Stigga gave the man a simple nod in confirmation.  Her eyes did not want to adjust to the dim light.  Illuminator gone she should not be surprised that her skills had deteriorated in the dark tunnel.  A tension filled the air when his rifle came from his shoulder and she allowed her knees to bend more.  The single edge blade she wore shift to settle low and to the side of her.  One hand grasped the hilt near the guard while the other came to rest at the base.  One for strength the other for control was the motto drilled into her head.  The left foot came forward while that dark blade settled to her right, preparing for whatever might come forward.