Darion continued to pop around the corner of his cover to take quick potshots out at the batarian special ops soldiers.  Though they were definitely skilled as they only let him get maybe one or two shots off before forcing him back into cover.  Each one he was only half certain would hit as he never had a chance to take aim before his shields flashed. They were good.  Not ordinary slavers, and their equipment.  They were actual military by their equipment.<br/><br/>This wouldn’t do at all.  Especially as he could hear the screams of some of the slaves as they were hit by stray rounds while they were trying to get out of the way.  They had to finish this before any more of the civilians and innocents got hurt.<br/><br/>He was debating how to do that when he looked over to Sorv when he began to call out.  Hoping the Quarion had an idea… only for him to see the other man be assaulted by one of the Batarian guards.  Before either of them could react, Darion watched as the Batarian launched the capture net at his Quarion partner before he started to round on the Human.<br/><br/>Darion was just doing the same when the barbarian pushed his muzzle aside.  He never even got a chance to fire a single round before his Mattock was pushed aside and taking his hands with it before he lost a grip on the rifle.  It caused Darion to growl a bit, but he kept his eyes on the Batarian… and saw whet the bastard was about to do with those spikes.  Planting his right foot on the floor behind him, Darion got a steady stance, before bringing up his left arm to catch the Batarian’s attack.  His arm catching the Batarian’s arm at the inside of his elbow, stopping the attack so the blades only grazed his helmet.<br/><br/>With a quick twist of his wrist, Darion moved to grab the Batarian’s right arm that attacked him, locking it in his grip to hold the alien.  With that grip, Darion pulled the Alien with a hard jerk into a headbutt, and remove the Batarian’s weapon from the fight by their proximity, making sure they were so close that the Batarian couldn’t bring it around.  Darion followed up with a swift knee to the Batarian’s gut before bringing a closed fist down to disarm the Batarian.<br/><br/>That was the only advantage he was able to get as soon as he had disarmed the bastard, He quickly recovered and brought his other hand up, the blades on his gauntlet aiming for Darion’s gut.  Darion saw this and quickly let go before jumping back, another deep cut by the blades was etched in his armor.<br/><br/>As soon as he was back, Darion reached down to draw his pistol.  Not fast enough though as the Batarian charged forward, and again knocked Darion’s weapon out of his.  Again.  That was getting annoying.  Not that he had a chance to respond as the Batarian’s foot came up to crush into his chest.  Sending the human sprawling away onto his back.  He groaned a little, from his back but forced himself to recover fast.  Especially since he saw the shadow of those bladed gauntlets fell over him.  As fast as he could he rolled to the left to avoid being impaled.  He quickly shot a foot out to bring the batarian to his knees.<br/><br/>It let him get a little distance so Darion could get to his feet.  This fucker was skilled.  He couldn’t beat him from the ground… if at all.  As soon as he was on his feet again, Darion looked for some help to see Sorv still struggling with the net as the Batarian was getting back to his feet. Darion drew his main knife and threw it across the ground to the Quarion.<span style="color: green">“Sorv, get your ass out of that thing and help…  Since when were Batarian cock-suckers this fucking tough?!”</span>Darion growled as he drew his secondary from the side of his hamstring.<br/><br/>They both began a knife fight, Darion with the knife, the batarian with his gauntlet blades.  It took everything he had just to keep the Batarian occupied, and without ending his own life… and from drawing his own sidearm.  He just barely escaped each strike, some leaving gashes in the armor he wore.  That didn’t last more than a moment before a stab broke through darion’s defense, and plunged into his side.  Breaking thought his armor a few inches before the armor finally stopped it.  It wasn’t the first time he had been stabbed, but he still growled in pain.  It always hurt.<br/><br/>With a quick punch, Darion drove the Batarian back as he backed off himself.  His left hand going to his right side that was starting to bleed a bit.  If he could see into the Batarian’s mask, he would see a feral grin as the fucker approached to try to finish him.  Not paying attention to anything but the glare from Darion.  Though he paused a bit when that glare turned into a grin and Darion held his right hand up like a gun.  A second later he motioned as if to shoot before a loud shot rang out from a sniper rifle, and the Batarian’s head exploded.<br/><br/>As the Batarian fell, Darion grinned behind him to where Sorv had cut out of the net and retrieved his rifle.<span style="color: green">“Took you long enough… but thanks.  Do you have any medi-gel?”</span>He said before a light growl as he stood and went to retrieve his weapons from the ground.<br/><br/>With that piece of crap out of the way Darion looked up, knowing he was in complete view, but it also gave him a complete view of the carnage… and a view of the infiltration team, or the few of them looking around a corner.  Ducking behind cover again with a pained growl he hid and reached up to his comms, contacting Firas.<span style="color: green">“Firas.  Darion here.  One Batarian down, he had to be Special Forces.  He almost got me.  I also see the Infiltration team to your left.  I haven’t had any contact with them and have no idea what they plan.  Can you hear anything from them?”</span>He asked as he took stock and reloaded his Mattock with a new thermal clip, and counted the few grenades he had brought. Two frags and two flash.  He hadn’t been willing to bring anything heavier.  He had brought twice as many thermal clips though.<br/>………………………….<br/><br/>Kala cursed when her stolen omnitool started beeping at them.  And that was immediately followed by her nose, throat and lings starting to burn.  She didn’t argue at all when the other girls started to move, of course she was almost shoved on her back when Shira jumped back.  Next she got quickly shoved out the door just as she made it to her feet, coughing a little at the burning atmosphere.  Kala had just gotten a moment to see Shiras dash out the door and into cover.<br/><br/>Yelping, Kala was pushed out the door before she had to dash fast to avoid stray rounds.<span style="color: sienna">“FUCK!!!”</span>She yelled in panic as she was running as fast as she could to clear out of the hall with the firefight ongoing out in the main hall.  That yell turned into another yelp as Shira yanked her from her run into the cover she had been using.  She let out a relieved sigh to be out of the line of fire.  The last thing on her mind seemed to be the fact that she was completely naked.<br/><br/>When the yell came from Shira, Kala looked up at her for a moment with a slightly blank look before nodding and finding her voice.<span style="color: sienna">“Yeah… weapons on the bodies, got it.”</span>She said before scurrying off to recover what she could from the ones they had killed earlier.  Starting with finding the pouches for thermal clips, she found a couple packs of about 4 clips first.  She slid them across the floor before she grabbed the weapons she could find.  Especially a pistol, a Predator, off one of their hips and an Avenger.  She grabbed what she could and rushed back to take cover with Shira.  She kept the pistol as Ashana took the Assault rifle.<br/><br/>Kala stayed behind cover, setting the pistol beside her as the other two continued to fire.  She was messing with the omnitool again, again trying to push the panic down again while seeing what she could do.  Not that she had much of a chance before she heard Shira talking to her again… which allowed her to pull her eyes away from the omnitool.  She seemed to have calmed down when she looked up at Shira.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Just point and pull the trigger right?” </span>She asked, obviously dry humor as she fell silent a moment before speaking again.<span style="color: sienna">“No, not really.  You were there when I first used one… and I am sure you remember what happened.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>