<strong>Lance Corporal Benjamin Mathias - 3rd Squad - Wounded, but mobile.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Only after the chatter of gunfire had ceased did Mathias dare to struggle to his feet, the wound to his thigh smarting like a sonova bitch.  The fact that he wasn't fading out told him that it hadn't struck an artery, but even with the suit's mechanical aid fast movement was probably out of the question.  It'd have to be looked at before moving on.<br/><br/>Apparently undeterred, the Lance Corporal limped over to one of the nearby corpses and, stowing his flamethrower, bent over to procure one of the bizarre pulse rifles and inspect it.<br/><br/>"Nasty piece of work, these," he muttered irritably.  "Think this is the one that shot me too.  I'm thinkin' we just got ourselves some fancy trophies, eh?"<br/><br/>Then, a bit louder, "That aside, what the<em>fuck</em>is going on, and who the hell were those jackasses?"