Dun snorted; he doesn't mean any disrespect to Kirrahe, but calling a one-month survival in Omega as impressive isn't very a very impressive thing to Dun.

"It's hardly impressive. Perhaps the giant ugly ones are hard to take down, but once you get close enough to cut they all bleed the same."

He is playing down the mercs actual capabilities; his ribs are still healing from a Blood Pack ambush around his first week on Omega and the recent Adjutant event hadn't done him any favours either. But Dun will not give the mercenaries a single shred of acknowledgement if he can help it. In his view, they're nothing more than untrained trigger happy and bloodthirsty scoundrels.

"They know how to aim, I'll give them that much. But I've yet to meet one that can provide me with a real challenge."