< @BadDo9 @bossaroo @Wata > "Tactical Squad. Keep focus on the Sentinels! Mow them down before they can flank you!" Dra'khan instructed the supportive squad - still keeping the assault marines as a backup. He knew they were eager, but it would be foolish to deploy them too early and cost them lives. Then again, Nocturnians are more patient and less bloodthirsty than some of their cousins. His thoughts were interrupted as one of the massive exosuits charged him head-on. He gritted his teeth and braced himself for impact, firming his stance with his feet, flamer held straight and high to let the liquid promethium spray in an arc, targeting the cockpit and pilot primarily. The machine would become useless without its controller. "May the flames purify your tainted mind and may the Emperor judge your soul." He uttered beneath his breath, not enjoying the killing of a fellow human, especially since he believed that they could've been saved, if their leader would've been struck early enough. Insurgents get tempted and their minds twisted, paradises being promised to them, when all they do is turn their back towards the only true leader of mankind. It saddened him, but also gave him sense and purpose during campaigns like these. And it was another reason why he pursued the road of an officer - to inspire others to unlock their potential and lead others to victory and glory.