Kadai unstrapped himself shortly after Brother Belepheron let loose his barrage and took in his first breath this world had to offer. Filtered through his helmet yes, but he had long convinced himself there was a subtle difference on any planet with an atmosphere, filtered or not. Throwing himself from Drop pod with the aid of his servo-arm and left hand he dropped into a kneeling overwatch with his bolter as the situation presented itself. There was a cursory glance over his shoulder at the state of the drop pod once the room had been cleared for something useful.<br/><br/>Both ears open he listened to the words of his Squad leader and other brothers till movement began anew and with less a wish for glory than making certain they reached the surviving civilians as quickly and efficiently as possible he took up rear guard. The crude ‘dakka’ of the orks they faced would break through his handcrafted ceramite before he would let it injure the other members of his squad. Quietly he assessed the make-up of the building and it’s particular construction, keeping an eye for weak beams or supports that they might not fall through the floor or bring down the building around them. Each corner was assessed for it’s potential protection both in their favor and against them lest an ambush come up and when the call for covering fire rang out from Brother Leonatus he was the first to squeeze the trigger of his trusted and sanctified bolter.<br/>