The chozo seemed not to react, until Saums attempted to collect the sword and shield. It stood, and plucked up both the weapons, its limbs grinding as it moved. A voice, speaking in chozo, called out *You are one of the chozo, by blood. You have lost something necessary for survival in the coming days. Fight, and prove you deserved your weapons.*
it raised its sword and shield to defend itself, and set itself in a fencers stance.