[i]Alon stood still, digging his heels as best as he could in the ground, ready to flee or fight. The orb of light surrounding him diminished as quickly as it came, leaving the only source of light the one from the Soldier's flashlight. Alon spun his kards, twirling them around before sticking them in it's sheathe. [/i] I do not know which side I was, for I fought with my friends as we had a common goal. I must say if you are not a Necron, you must be a friend. Though I won't weigh judgement until I know who demands such information from me. Whom do I have the honour of speaking with? [i]Alon kept a straight face, courteous so to say, but his body was tense and ready to spring at a moments notice. He just found himself here and wasn't sure who to call friend or foe. The Crimson member's flashlight found the man lacking a left arm; or more in the shape of a normal one, but metallic. A bionic arm. Alon stood awaiting an answer from the source of light.[/i]