The Capitaine snorts. "I would not let my men die to my pride alone, but I would happily sacrifice their lives and mine if it will mean an animal like you getting what he deserves."

He spits at the Captain's feet. "I will not speak to them, instead, my men and I will share a front row seat to your death. If you want my recommendation, surrender. They will treat you far better than you treat us." The Capitaine stairs in disgust at the Velucian Captain. His men stand behind him at stiff attention, attempting not to shiver.