"So he did." Kira said, advancing on Brax. Her right hand was on her hip, her fingers splayed close to where her lightsaber was sheathed at her belt. He might be trying to claim truce, but he had killed Revan in cold-blood before. She wouldn't make the mistake of letting her guard down. She noticed his eyes dart to her hand.
"Throw down your weapons, Omwati, and I'll throw down mine." she said, looking at the gauntlets pointedly.