Wolfe was amazed by the types of weapons he found within the armory. After a moment of thought he guessed he shouldn’t be too surprised. There were a fair amount of fire arms. Carbines, long rifles, shot guns, sum machine guns, regular machine guns. That was all well and fine for the two marines, it was the other weaponry that caught their attention. 
Swords, axes, pikes, lances the whole nine yards. Some were normal melee weapons, other seem to be more. A lot had intricate designs and scripts, possibly enchantments or wards. After a while Icarus showed up, seemingly popped outta nowhere. No real words were exchanged aside from a simple nod to each other. 
After a while he began roaming the armory checking out the work done by both Hirsch and Wolfe. 
Wolfe noticed the tattoos, at first thought it was his mind playing tricks on him, but his peripheral vision is outstanding and after a few minutes he knew that those tattoos moved when not directly stared at.  When Icarus moved further away from the group Hirsch piped up.

“Dude…what’s up with comrade Boris’s tattoos?” He asked Hirsch.
“I don’t think he’s Russian, Joe.” Wolf chuckled. “But I know what you mean, if you don’t look directly at them, they seem to move.” He replied.
Hirsch then began to try and not look at Icarus, but kept looking directly at him.

“Son of a bitch this is harder that it looks.” He sighed.
Wolfe looked toward Icarus as he walked by, “How’s everything looking?” He asked.