His yuuzhan vong foe whirled the amphistaff, sending a hum through the air, and pressed his attack.
His gloomy countenance showed no change, but he spoke quickly in a low voice unusual. But he had never been good with groups and knew the men felt him to be a cold, distant leader.
Onum barr was an old man, too old to be afraid. Your failure will cast shadows upon us meritocrats, one and all.