Esten:
Esten grinned, remembering the moment. He watched as Basara had lowered his weapons and kneeled before the Slavers. While Basara exaggerated the range, most of the other facts were right. The Slavers had him, surrounded, but didn't have their guns on him also. They simply held them, thinking they had won. Esten fired the first shot at the leader, then simply locked the other three as they stood stunned. The second and third were looking around, trying to determine the origin of the shots. The final had hidden behind cover, but Basara bolted at that moment, providing the opportunity for Esten to find the spot he needed while the Slaver tried to stop Basara.
"The intended to hit between..." Esten said, showing the pride he took in his work.
That's the problem with Krogan. They stay around longer then a few hundred years, and they start to view themselves as invincible. Wonder what he'll say when he's eventually proven wrong.
"You say that like I'd let him get far enough to take a shot. Krogan are tough, but we're not stupid. Most of us, anyway."
Esten laughed, one of the few moments he actually seemed truely entertained.
"And you say it as though I'd not start a few hundred metres away."