As one of the sword soldiers, a surprise to him to be sure. He tried to duck as one of them charged him. Raising his P90 to block the sword in its cutting blow, the blade lodging itself in the gun and he winced. If that blow had come to hit him then it was likely that he wouldn't have survived the strike. He groaned as the armoured menace continued to push down against him, forcing him to take a knee. He groaned with the strain, dropping his left arm to his hip holster, withdrawing his beretta and unleashing a clip into the stomach of the attacker. The armour initially stopped the bullets, them dropping harmlessly. Though the continued barrage caused his opponent to recoil and move to take another shot. Dropping his P90 down, dropping his pistol, he flicked the switch on the side of the weapon clicking it onto full auto. 

Unloading a 50 round magazine into the soldiers stomach the armour eventually gave, the soldier falling to the ground, dropping the sword. As another figure rushed him he rolled and picked up the fallen one sword, using it to block the incoming blow. Where was Ronon when you needed him? He grunted. "Little help anyone!"