Alexander left to remove his armor. It was a tedious process, but he had to remove and bless the armor in the right order, otherwise it's protection would lack the next time he needed it. "Bless your servant, oh great Emperor of Mankind." He knelt before the rack holding his armor, chanting the prayers to the spirits of the brothers that wore it before him.<br/><br/>Looking into a near by mirror, he noticed the numerous scars across his body. He had survived many battled, with many horrors across the universe, but something about the fallen brethren always worried him. These were once his brothers, fellow servants. Now they were nothing more than scum. He turned back, returning to the main room in combat fatigues that barley fit his frame, grabbing a few weapons that would be appropriate to a bodyguard.