[i]Weiss got up and held the Spear in one hand, making a triumphant pose as it dematerialized.[/i] "Hate using that thing...." [i]He muttered to himself as he approached the Krogan, what was left of him anyhow.[/i] "Couldn't talk for shit and couldn't fight for shit. There's a relation in those two things you know." [i]The man said, seemingly not speaking to anyone in particular. Nonetheless he grabbed the rather large gun. Then he noticed all the funny faces he got.[/i] "What? Never seen a fight before? Go home. Unless you're that sad enough to drink whatever liquor is left on the floor. You don't want to end up like Mr. I'm missing my upper half do you?"