It would be with a growl and a clamoring that Broddi would pull himself from the drop pod, practically clawing his way out with a feral snort. His armor, though painted black bore silver painted runes around his greaves and one of his pauldrons was covered in the fur of some great white beast with a string of wolves teeth hanging across it, likely leaving very little doubt as to what chapter the marine had been plucked from. He had a long mane of fiery red hair, some of the forelock braided and capped with runed beads and his open mouth would show his prolonged fangs as he'd let out a groan as he'd finally pull himself free from the drop pod. It would be with just a cursory check that the space wolf would be sure that his jump pack was properly attached. His perpetual madman's grin not fading as he'd survey their situation.<br/><br/>He'd watch Kantor and follow behind him at a few paces. Damned if he'd let the Black Templar get into the thick of the battle before he got a taste of it. The Dark Angel would get a yellow eye turned towards him with a scowl and a grunt that almost sounded like the word 'later'. Likely already preparing himself to uphold his legions honor against one of his legion's most bitter rivals. He'd find his teeth on edge as he'd start to make his way down the staircase, likely having to take three to four steps in one go and keeping one eye down on his feet. Seeing as they were not exactly designed for the sheer size of Astartes armor.<br/><br/>“Fethin stairs...” he'd grumble to himself mostly as he'd move his head forward slightly, taking a moment to take in deep breath's through his nose, trying to see if he could smell one of the foul xenos nearby. He'd slip his bolt pistol off of his belt and put a tight grip around it and leaving his chain-sword mounted onto his belt for the moment, seeing as close quarters were hardly an ideal situation for such.