THe kanide Amheda apear in his vision attacking the ooman warriors and his systems target them, the dual casters on his shoulders rotating to take as many targets as possible. They only wait for him to trigger them. With a flick of a tusk he sets them to standby and backs up a step or two out of the line of fire of the robot gun that the one strange warrior was picking up so that it wouldnot be able to shoot him. HE glances behind him before turning around to watch the fight.