"Oh, you don't need to worry about that. I promise you, your forces will have trouble putting so much as a scratch on it."

Athrun raised both beam saber and shield in a salute -- even on the battlefield he intended to show courtesy -- then assumed a fighting stance. He wouldn't deny being scared, but he was also confident he could win. After all, this armor permitted him to fight Taryn to a draw; surely he could handle mooks.

"Now, come at me if you dare!"