Lucien's hand trembled with quiet rage as he gripped his sword and sheathed if, every fleshy branch of his virus strain burning beneath the ground as the sword was retrieved. In a flash he held up the battered pauldron to Lucien - a shoulder guard with a prominent red cobra emblazoned on it. Then he pointed down to the tranquilized soldier passed out to the side of him; horrible gun safety, but such a formality was not taught on the desolate surface of Post-Scorch Mars. "Explain. [i]Now.[/i]" Those two words held all of his abhorrence of what the two soldiers had done. Pointless murder of men, women and children. Taking a kid as a hostage. Seeing monsters that reminded him of his past self repulsed him, reflected in two simple words. If anything, he was even more angry at Ronin's nonchalant demeanour. He was only a few tempered moments away from shooting him if he didn't explain his connection to the soldiers. His lax attitude was not helping.