Warmund had always enjoyed simply walking, in fact calming strolls is how he likes to prepare for assignments, it gives you a sense of authority. You can walk alone in the middle of a wasteland with nothing but dust and sand before you, the sun a distant friend, suddenly you are the only thing alive. Or you can walk through an endless river of people and feel like the rock that the flow breaks upon, a great pillar that the waves break against, no more so than as a Vindicare.

Though it was less uplifting when you walked among such filth as these alleys provided, especially in the circumstances of the mission and the time of day. As Warmunds trained ears heard the noises, he crouched down and took cover. He would sneak up and take a look for the source of the sounds.

If anything seemed hostile he would take his rifle and steady himself ready to fire.