Church gave a small grin at the joke and gathered that the young woman was actually worried about it.  Not that he wasn't worried about combat, but it did change how you were afraid after the first time.  You knew to expect that feeling of absolute loss of control.  That feeling of chaos, of no way to fight against it.  That is usually when you stopped thinking and just started reacting.  Your training kicked in and all you saw was threat and no threat.  Everyyjing in the world boiled down to that and fuck if you weren't thankful for it.  Because if you tried to take it all at once, well you'd be dead before you knew it.  Church himself would still experience sensory overload, and only after the battle was over would he remember exactly what he did and how he did it.<br/><br/>Even that though is a poor description of Church in combat.  For while he felt like he wasn't thinking or making choices, his instinct and training were every single second of the encounter.  To him it felt like he ducked at a certain moment for no reason, but instinct told him different a second later when an orc swung axe right where his head would have been.  What he thought was just him yelling like a mad man, was really him telling another private to get across the way so they could set an ambush.  And all that only really register later, when there weren't a million and one things going on around him, most of which could kill him in a second.<br/><br/>No, combat wasn't terrifying in the same way it had been before he'd entered into its realm.  He couldn't say he wasn't scared every time he got ready for it, but once there, once he made that first step, fear wasn't an option.  And in a very real way, he like a lot of soldiers, the NCO's and old vets, he was addicted to it.  He was addicted to that chaos and the way it made him feel.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it."  Church said coming back to reality, not that such thoughts had taken too long, in fact he believed her barely missed a beat in the conversation truth be told.  "The Sarge will take care of ya, and so will the LT."  Church paused for second and then looked the Sarah in the eye.  "You're the medic.  You get hurt, we're fucked."  Whether she knew it or not, the truth was that the Guard was notorious for not sending additional medics to the field.  An old saying being that when it came to medics, it was one strike and you're out.  So more times than not, LT's and Sergeants made sure that the medic was as secure as possible when in the field.