[center][color=00a651][h2]Kharon Minos[/h2][/color][/center]

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When it came to equipment, the large minotaur did not need too much in his missions as he himself was a living battering ram. Normally, cultists like these would not warrant the use of heavy equipment on his part, there other people in his squad much better suited in using firearms than he was. This time, however, he had a bad feeling about what awaited them down in the basement, so he packed his favorite weapon, a large custom-made anti-tank rifle he liked to use when there were targets that were too big even for him to tackle and pummel into the ground.

He nodded very briefly at Katherine's remark. He had known her for a while now and he knew that she was not a very social person, she preferred working in solo missions, doing her own thing. He had tried with a very limited success of having some outings for Midas in a bar, just drinking, discussing and playing a few games with the other members of the team.

He came in directly after Katherine, however he found it slightly uncomfortable to walk through what felt like narrow staircases. He had worked in this line of work for 20 somethings years now and he liked to think that nothing would surprise him anymore after everything he had seen thus far, however, whatever was inside here gave him a feeling bad enough to still make him nervous.

And his sense proved him right.

The smell was first to hit him, the smell of rancid, spoiled meat. He frowned at that, not because of the smell itself, he had gotten used to smells like these whilst serving in the OTO for so long, however, he was more worried about what could have possibly caused all this.

Thankfully, he did not have wonder for long as the large monolithic figure came in sight. He froze completely as his eyes locked on on whatever the thing in front of him was. Even at his own stature, he still felt a tinge of fear as he stared at the figure in front of him. That fear quickly vanished as he shook his head for a bit however, he had seen things far more terrifying than this in line of work, or so he liked to tell himself right now to stop himself from feeling any sort of fear towards the creature.

His attention was once more drawn away as Katherine once more contacted him telepathically once more to draw his attention to something else. She warned him that whatever was in the pile of quick rancid flesh was breathing and was alive. He nodded as she slowly approached whatever the monolithic figure as well, he prepared to draw the AT gun on his back should things get ugly, however, before he even had any time to contemplate things properly, he saw Katherine moving towards one of her grenades.

If she threw that, not only would it probably piss off whatever was down here with them, but it would most likely alarm literally all of the cultists above them of their location, which would mean that their mission will have failed right at the start. He could not order her to stop, it would be way too loud and would probably alert whatever was in front of them of their position.

Thankfully, he was close enough to Katherine to stop her from lobbing a grenade at the figure and advertising their position to everyone, he simply moved one of his long arms and grabbed Kat by her own arm and shaking his head for a moment as a way to tell her to stop.