"Very well." Garviel privately curses the exigency of the situation that caused him to come to this place out of his war-plate and without his true weapons. Those blades would wound even an Astartes badly, especially without the enhancements of his armor, and without the advantage of his chainsword's reach. Still, a Gladius in his hand is all he needs for most foes. Or even just a fist, if things get really ugly.

He will close the distance swiftly, driving an overhanded slash of the Gladius down towards Revan, looking to test his speed and skill with the blade. He hasn't seen much of him, except as a general, though he expects anyone wielding those crystal-focused weapons clearly knows what they are doing. After all, Revan still has all his limbs.