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"We get to the ship, and then from there we go to the battle site. You won't partake ofcourse." Cragin would go to one side of the room pulling open compartments and searching through equipment, "Damnit." Cragin would turn looking at Rubis a moment then without checking to see that the Saiyan was following him, leave the room. A Saiyan guard would charge forth through the hallway with his baton raised and with one swift movement his mouth was agape, the baton falling from his hands. Cragin would reel back kicking the man away as he pulled the sword from the man's gut. He would recover his stance at the sight of more coming down the hall. He would rush forth parrying a blow from a baton and checking the blade before cutting the man's throat open. He would be a flash of lightning movement jumping from one Saiyan guard to the next, making his way down the corridor.

He had to find Brak, the Rojian wouldn't be prepared for a fight such as this. Close quarters, one to many guards to count. Endless barrage of Ki-less combat. Cragin knew that the people would squander, be taken aback trying to fight without the use of their Ki punches. The moves they gravitated towards, always, in combat. It was second nature to them. He had faith in their abilities to sustain this and rise to the challenge of taking this planet. Cragin would give a wicked grin reaching the end of the corridor. He would look first to the right and then to the left, he felt power to his right. "Rubis, to the left," With that Cragin would twirl the sword in his right hand running swiftly down the corridor to his right.