"A warrior goes into battle knowing that he may die, and welcoming the chance of a valorous death, and a place beside his ancestors." AEanna whispered, her voice strained. "But Xu was little more than a child, and he did not come here to die."
James slowly calmed himself down enough to focus on helping the others, though his burning red pupils still betrayed his rage. Going to where his P90 lay, he picked it up, checked it for damage and reloaded it before placing it back on his hip. Glancing around at the others, he searched for someone who still needed support.