"On the upside," Tariun Sakaros called pleasantly, twisting out of the way of a scorching blast of plasma that sizzled through the air where his face had just been, "you couldn't ask for better weather." His blade a blazing green shield before his sweat-streaked face, Keltrayu yelled back, "Getting hot, though." "Brilliantly executed, Thrawn," Keltrayu said dryly, patting his belt with his free hand in the empty spot where his grenades had been. Frowning momentarily as he came up empty, he dug around along his belt until he came up with a holoprojector instead. "Weakening." "I obey, Lord."