Bruno was now more aware that the trooper's weapons were far more potent than he thought. No, they weren't just metal sticks for smashing, in fact, they were actually small wands for magic spells. Wizards! Bruno hated wizards. Or, at least, he hated these guys. Fortunately, Bruno's inner necromancy was more potent than the red bolts of the cloud-white clad troopers. A burning crater in his chest, Bruno yanked his bloodied axe from the dead officer and turned his sights on a nearby duo of troopers.

He could feel the eye-contact even through their helmets. "Blast 'em!"

Bruno did what any reasonable person would do it that situation, which was of course, lurch maniacally at them, singing a song of battle that composed mostly of incoherent gurgles. 

He did indeed, taking a few uncoordinated steps at the troopers, probably soaking up some lasers if they managed to hit him. Bruno's end goal was to swing his axe at the enemy trooper's center o' mass. A solid thunk from his axe would knock any elderly person down at least.