The bulk of a man was not swift, but made a respectable effort to move, Throwing himself between the gun and xeno, On one kneed and staff in hand. He was no soldier, but his family had a devotion to the Lady, and a new prize of her's was to be protected. Beside, she was the closest person for him to cover, and his cyber mantle would provide agreeable, if not thick protection. Bolter rounds, however, were an unknown area to him in terms of injury...<i>"Captain, orders?"</i>he asked over his shoulder, his Skull servo doing a once over of the room for him. Voice a synthesized tone, unnatural in it's own right.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>