Viktor stayed close to Darksal, nearly shoulder the shoulder in case of an ambush, but took a hasty step back as the marine went into action. Melting the lock off the door was a good start but the rocket into the room was a beauty. As an assault marine, he thoroughly enjoyed a solid entrance. But something so flashy and loud always brought attention. Unsure of what weapons the enemy would possess or how they would engage after such an initiation to combat, Viktor was quick to take position. Shield up and quick to crouch in front of Draksal, he used his own shield to its fullest in case of retaliation. The only part his teammate was showing from behind the stormshield was a portion of his upper body.
Harbinger sword in hand, he was ready to meet threats head on and press. The more space his team had to fire, the better. With the jump pack in extremely short bursts he could readily shove back stronger hostiles into firing range without endangering himself. Worst case scenario he got friendly fire. He'd seen worse cases.