[Damen had gotten a brief talk about what a 'rifle' is capable of when the Perimeter Guard had tried to offer him one; he had refused, not trusting his aim with a brand new weapon in his hands, and then they had dug out an old sword for him. He wields the two-handed thing with ease from one hand, lowered at his side for the moment.]
Be ready. I'm going in. [Comes his quiet order, and without another thought, he's rushing into the midst of the mess, swinging his sword in a wide arc that must irritate the still-healing stab wound. The pain is grounding, even if it reminds him of Kastor. That only makes him hack harder at the reptilian bodies swarming him, thinking about his brother's too-recent death.]
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Be ready. I'm going in. [Comes his quiet order, and without another thought, he's rushing into the midst of the mess, swinging his sword in a wide arc that must irritate the still-healing stab wound. The pain is grounding, even if it reminds him of Kastor. That only makes him hack harder at the reptilian bodies swarming him, thinking about his brother's too-recent death.]