[center][h3]Private Durandal[/h3][/center]
It was a trick, with all the tension in her mind and body, not to fire on the imperial infantry, but reason told her not to. She herd the orders not to fire and restrained herself, instead approaching the building with the rest of the unit. Regan watched the alley for a rear attack while the rest of the squad poured in and took the first floor. She wasn't one to lag behind, following once everyone else was in and patting Hexner on the shoulder to signal her. She followed Jatmoore as she led the charge upstairs, and was quick on the draw when she requested a grenade. "On it." She pivoted to a crouch in the doorway and fired quickly at the first imp she saw, a poor scout that had been firing at Jatmoore. Short-range mortar, right at his feet.

Her round spent, she pushed forward into the room. She slung her lance to the side, laying it down (somewhat?) gently as she rushed the second, winded scout. She drew her sword and ran it through the man, before slicing it out from his body. She moved to find any cover available to her, trying to keep out of the way for her squad to follow.