Of course the man won't give up after just one dodge. Miles curses as he glances back and sees him hot on Miles' heels. Though he's quick enough in the short term, if he has to run for too long, odds are good that Tarn will catch up. His legs are longer, after all, and Miles still risks a seizure at the worst moment, even with his medicine ...

That's when he spots the mangled Barrayaran in the hallway. Like every other soldier on this mission, the man has a blade on him. A sword in this case, since he wasn't part of the infiltration team. Good. That's what Miles needs. With a murmured apology, he scoops up the fallen blade and whirls back at Tarn, aiming a slash across his chest. His movements are awkward, given the relative size of the weapon, but all he needs is a good enough hit to make Tarn turn back, he figures. "So would I," he says grimly, holding the weapon out in front of him after his strike. "Let's compromise, hmm?"