A lot was happening in a very short time span, business as usual it seemed. He hated large groups like this, part of the job as an Armsman that never went well. The massive crush of a boarding party and counter party crashing into each other, a mess of melee, weapons fire, and general chaos that rarely ended well for any party involved. Training his autogun, he made careful sweeps, only taking aim on people who were firing onto the Inquisitor or his retinue directly. No sense wasting ammo thinning a mob he really couldn't do much to scatter with a single automatic weapon. The Sister and her fellow compatriot had fell into talking, Stukov would guess despite the complete lack of sound, and with the other sister raising a bolter on Smiles, his weapon was trained in kind. You don't threaten Stukov's allies, near regardless of the situation, and this Sister had no place to lay judgement on an Inquisitorial retinue member. Thankfully, she lowered her bolter and Stukov had his autogun also lowered. Now was a bad time to be pointing weapons at the retinue, to say the least. With that, Sis lead them in a bloody path off towards the burning brothel, an explosion promptly throwing the group off their footing.

Stukov cursed, the sounds lost in the din of violence as he caught up to the regrouping retinue and made his brief report. [color=9e0b0f]"I yet live, for good or ill."[/color] The man was unable to trace who caused that explosion, which was not making things any easier for the group. As plans were made, and Gear Boy made his appearance, as Stukov was going to call the Techsorcist, he snorted and brushed himself off and looked towards the burning building. [color=9e0b0f]"I'll head in as well, natural experience in close quarters, abnormal circumstances like that. Unless you need me out here, that is."[/color]