Mar lay flat on his stomach. Eyeing the camp. The guard on top of the tower was the least he could do, there were at least several other hostiles in the camp that he knew he could take out now question. Hell if he had it his way he would have just taken out the whole camp by sniping them. Though it wasn't his call, and he did acknowledge they were on a bit of a time table. So he stayed crouched, lined up his shot and waited for other people to make their move. As the others began to move in, and the watchtower guard was about to react he pulled his trigger finger. There was a red flash as a streak of light shot out burning into the chest of the guard atop his spire.

"May you die well." Mar muttered under his breath. It would go over his comms sure, the helmets weren't as sophisticated as some other models where you could turn them on and off so it was open mic night. He rolled over slightly, force of habit before lining up another shot. The team was working well, they were used to working together. They each had their objective and would act on it, after that they would complement eachothers abilities and tasks. As such when someone was approaching Russ from behind in an attempt to surprise him Mar placed a laser bolt just to the left of the mans back, killing him instantly as the bolt reached his heart. He tapped his helmet to ensure he was broadcasting.

"Looks like we're clearing up boss." He had to admit, war was tough. It was messy, and grueling. There was honor in it, though he still missed being on the hunt. There was something more true about hunting your prey as it tried to outwit you or kill you first. No, hunting was a true mans sport. Hopefully he could return to it soon.