[center][h1][color=red]Brian "Short-Fuse" Muller[/color][/h1][/center]

The butt-ugly naked-winged mole rat got quickly to work on hunting down that lone Talon merc down the tunnel, quickly silencing the idiot who thought it was a good idea to run away. Running away was stupid, unless said "running away" was to trap something in a tunnel packed with explosives. And Brian hadn't tried to run [i]away[/i] earlier, just forward. But as the mole-rat crow-thingy disappeared in the silent distance, Brian got the message from Khaliya. [color=red]"...Yes ma'am."[/color] It was no fun, and he wasn't doing it because she told him (maybe?). But the power armoured hug was still painful. 

Short-Fuse put away the stick of dynamite and grasped his shotgun with both hands again. He looked over to the Roman fella asking if anyone else was hurt. Except for his sense of fun? [color=red]"Nah, Julius, I'm fine. But thanks for asking."[/color] Short-Fuse said to Servius, before turning his attention to Marvin the Ghoul. [color=red]"Let's see, what would beat naked ugly-ass molerats with wings? Laserbeam molerats with C4? Buffalos or robot coyotes from space maybe. We'll find out."[/color] He continued to speak as he too checked his suit, not finding any breaches, which was good. Suffication and/or radiation poisoning was never a fun thing to experience. He knew. Making his way up the stairs alongside the others, Brian felt once again excited to go up. [color=red]"Next floor: Acid Central, watch the step."[/color]