"RAAAAGHHHHH!" A massive Roar from Wrex's 'Bodyguard', the strange Krogan from the meeting, as he rushes an Cerberus Trooper as Wrex belts out words over Coms. His hard, armored elbow comes in to contact with a mans midsection- and a Shotgun blast blows the mans upper torso away, armor and all. Bullets from other enemy troopers ping on his heavy armor's shields- as he moves again. The mans body parts fly- scattering in to a bloody mist.<br/><br/>And out of that Mist charges the Krogan Warrior once more- headed for the next Man, with his Gun ablaze and his eyes alight, his shields high and his armor higher. "Come on Wrex! Your missing the party! Bwaahahaha!" He bellows out, grinning wide, as he casts a glance back- another man practicaly exploding from Point Blank fire. He smiles- his mind has only three things on it right now.<br/><br/>Priority One, He thinks- Protect the Female.<br/>Priority Two, He thinks- Protect Wrex.<br/>Priority Three, He thinks- CARNAAAGE!<br/><br/>To the betterment of all three goals, rather than continuing to so inneficiently slaughter them one by one, and continue taking shield damage, he vaults behind cover, before pressing the smooth indent in the side of a small, brass sphere, before chucking it. The greenish tinted brass sphere lands at the feet of the Cerberus squad rushing in- and detonates in a hail of fire, sand, and plasma flavored Pain.<br/><br/>As the men reel, he pops up- having taken the moment to switch to his secondary weapon, his pride and joy- the rifle spews forth rounds with an impressive accuracy- his spread minimal as he takes them out one by one as they writhe in agony. He grins, as the next wave charges forward, and he takes a moment for his Heat pack to heal. "Seems like one of them days, eh Wrex? Heh. Humans had better pull their damn weight."