Fighting fifth: Blaquiere

[Lycan 01]

Commissar Larkson scowls, and holsters her bolt pistol. A weapon that fires explosive rounds would probably be unwise to use around such sensitive equipment and environmental hazards. She takes a moment to don her rebreather, and then draws her chainsword and thumbs the ignition. The engine hums to life, and the blade purrs as its teeth run idly. "Ready when you are, Sergeant," she flatly growls beneath her mask. "Watch your aim, soldiers. And may your actions bring honor and glory to His Name."