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Tigranes kept up the barrage of suppressive fire for as long as he could. With the entire squad now inside the bunker this skirmish had turned in their favor, decisively so. Now all that the Eighth needed to do was hunker down and weather this storm. The squad assaulting their bunker wasn't large enough to manage to storm the Eighth's position successfully. And even if they were, Tigranes doubted the diminished gaggle of conscripts had the necessary skills to pull it off. Then again, the Eighth was by no means a respectable military force. But his own band of criminal conscripts had the advantage of a strong fortified position to hide in.

And, Tigranes, assumed, the Eighth in general had more military experience than the average squad within the legion. Sure, some of them like Octavia would be hard pressed to impart their wisdom upon their fellow squadmates, but Tigranes himself tried his best. Not that the middle of a firefight lent itself to a proper environment for military instruction. That's not to say that there was nothing to be done either. Tigranes had dealt with enough raw conscripts back in Hayk to know what kind of advice would be useful in the middle of combat and what lessons should be left for quieter times.

Still, this was no reason to grow complacent. The battle was not yet over, and this skirmish in the bunker would surely leave them all vulnerable to the third squad lurking somewhere else in this make believe battlefield. They were by no means "out of the tunnel shaft" yet. 

He called out to compliment Octavia on her elimination of the would-be bombardier and quickly crawled closer when she motioned him. He understood her well enough, or thought he did. God Emperor above, why did she had to be mute?

The former miner steadied himself, setting lascarbine aside and taking a grenade from his belt. Going through the same motions as the Guardswoman, he threw his own grenade soon after her before dropping behind cover just as fast as he had risen and gripping his gun tight in his hand, legs straining to follow Octavia once she charged out of the bunker to finish the two stragglers off.