Listening to all of the bragging, Hephos reminded his squadmates, "Just as we are tools of the Emperor, our weapons are an extension of his will. The bolter, the blade, the flame, the fist... All that matters is killing the alien. The distance between matters not." He shrugged, the movement somewhat stifled by his power armor's plating. "I say that a little of everything just results in more dead xenos and more answered prayers. Besides... much as I like Salamander-forged arms, not having an ork's foul breath in your face is a nice benefit," Hephos quipped.