[center][h1][color=#DAEE01][b]Salvator Rasch[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Out of the fire, back into the void-damned frying pan, it seemed. He'd definitely need to check back in with the other squad once they were done here, because their timetable had been delayed heavily by all of this. Still, at least the gunship finally wasn't a problem anymore. If they'd had to deal with the power armor, the gunship, and the vrexul platforms all at once, the Envenomed squad likely would've been mulch by now. Thank Christ-in-the-void for shoddy reinforcement speed on the enemy's part. 

On instinct, Salvator dove for cover as soon as the railgun fired, having saw rounds flying his way. The moment he was safely behind a fallen tree, the voidhanger ripped a canister of biofoam from his tactical belt and tossed it underhand towards the soldier missing an arm. He had enough to spare, and it didn't hurt to keep another warm body in the fight as long as possible. 

[color=#DAEE01][b]"Keep me covered!"[/b][/color] He yelled, pointing towards the accompanying soldiers. [color=#DAEE01][b]"I've got the walker!"[/b][/color] He slung his appropriated shotgun back onto a spare mag-clamp and drew both his knife and a frag, one in each hand. A twitch of his armor activated his active camo cloak, and he peeked up just enough behind cover to draw an accurate sight line on the automata. One blink later, he was atop its back, aiming to carve enough of a hole into where the plating was thinnest so that he could prime his frag, stick it into the gap, and blink back to cover.