Accepting the krak grenade silently from the captain, Markus quickly moved into position, setting it on the door so quietly that he heard his heartbeat more loudly than the breaching device being placed. Having set the charge, he moved along the wall, counting on the doorframe to channel the concussive force of the explosion away from him. In a smooth motion, he slid his power sword out, the sheath of the long blade strapped across his back, and took the long hilt in both hands, preparing for all hell to break loose. Signalling to his new teammates, he had them take positions similar to his, pressed against the wall near the door.<br/><br/>Then, with a quick signal, the breach was made, and the two sides moved in, the powerful hot-shot lasguns used by the Storm Troopers filling the room as the first fire team assaulted the room. In the forefront was Corporal Alexian, sword swinging in smooth, controlled arcs, a red crackling energy coursing along the blade that would cut through anything that stood in its path by disrupting any matter in its path on the most basic level. Markus was no longer a man. He was an extension of his blade, his body moving fluidly, as if he was nothing more than the wind.