Ivan cocked his head to the side, pondering if the two youths were planning their deaths. "Y'all seem to already have a death wish. Into battle with no armor and proper weapons to speak of," He shook his head inside his helmet, thus the action was only known to him, behind his mirrored visor. "The boy seems to be a simple colonist, no experience in combat whatsoever, y' can't even protect him. And trying to give weapon handling instructions in the heat o' battle? You're better of treating him like a HVT object than having him cover for himself." He raised his rifle, resting the barrel on his shoulder, steam still streaming from the muzzle.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Aedan sweeped the knife up, an arc of blood following. The knife was barely suited for these kinds of situations, mainly used in close quarters where movement was very limited. Out of his line of vision, he heard a sound of clapping, was that the other guy who seemed to have a mutual sense of ignoring each other and coexisting. No, it was not. A young man, younger than Aedan stood there clapping his hands as though the killing before him was a show only for him to witness. Cautious, he turned to face him.<br/><br/>"That was well played. However, that is not enough. I will have you two to drop out now or force me to take action." The man smiled,ceasing his clapping. "If you leave, it will save the others from mindless deaths and you will certainly live for another day." Upon further inspection, the man's lips did not appear to move, if he did, the movement was very subtle, giving his face a mask-like visage. "Or you can strike a deal with me, you see, I happen to be..."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The announcement system ringed from the feedback as the administrator picked up the microphone, "One hundred down. Two hundred to go." Click. And it was back to the usual program.