Pacing up and down the armoury, Kurt was quite impressed. It certainly was lot of guns. His brow wrinkled but then aided by the method of loci, he remembered exactly what the Kroot were. He scoffed, not particularly worried unless a few of them already ate an Astartes and used their method of shaping. That would be a problem. 

Eventually, he came upon exactly what he wanted. He selected himself a Stalker bolter, taking one magazine of each kind of ammunition they had available. He took an all too familiar gladius, a phobos pattern bolt pistol (preferring it to the less gory standard bolt pistols), several krak and frag grenades, a cameleoline cloak, and finally a demolition charge surprisingly well concealed about his person. He knew it could come particularly useful against some of their larger beasts. As an afterthought he took a combat knife too, deciding it would pair well with the gladius. Prepared at last he would stand to attention, salute, and tell his brothers of his readiness. He could have picked the sniper to stay even further away from the real fighting, but he decided that if ambushed it would be worse.