His autorifle at the ready, Lukas jogged out of cover, crossing the square at a quick pace as he rejoined the front. His augmetic legs danced around the shattered bodies that littered the square, and he was able to retain his balance with commendable ease. His long coat fluttered out behind him, revealing several layers of rumpled clothing that might once have been expensive-looking, as well as numerous chains of beads and Chaos icons that dangled from convenient positions around his body. He looked, all-in-all, much like his profession would dictate - one part assassin, one part wandering priest, one part cult superhero. It was a carefully-sculpted image, as generic as it was, and it never ceased to inspire wonder amongst the weak-minded proletarians who flocked to his cause.<br/><br/>Drawing level with the tech-adept, who was slowly making her way towards what sounded like a brutal melee within the temple walls, Lukas slowed, matching her pace.<br/><br/>"You retrieved what you were looking for, I trust?" He asked politely, his voice tinged by an exotic accent. She was considerably shorter than he was, but he was willing to bet they were just as augmented as one-another, so at least they had something in common to base a casual rapport off of.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>