"Emperor guide my hands." [i][b]Bracheous simply asked to his God, saying it like he was a monk praying in a monastery. His Bolter was halfway raised, pointing at the ground before him, while his Chainsword rests to his side, also pointed outwards. As he progressed further, he could feel the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. Normally, you could tell what you were fighting, but now you wouldn't be able to tell. And so he kicked the door open, his Bolter raised and aimed in front of him. [/b][/i]