Baracus looks confused to Armaxis, he had not speaked his native languag eos long time he have almost have forgot it! The language sounded harsh and both alien but same time familiar to his ears, he understood yet angry toned words which comed out Armaxis.<br/><br/>He faintly recalls the old greeting word to such call, coming mostly from subconcius than actual flashback, he had heard tales of sarmatian heroes in his youth, stories which he have forgot along whit the teller. But he managed slowly pull both blades from their scabbards and reply calmly in hesitant slow sarmatian; "Our blade's meet."