"We all have our role to play, brother." Wal'Dron answered Gaius, somewhat down about the need to defend his own skill and ability in the field. He could quite adequately swing a sword, though his aim with a rifle was outstanding and a benefit that brought him to this Kill-Team. Wal'Dron whilst having the social ability to present this, nonetheless was somewhat brought to be morose thanks to Corvus' blood within him. "I feel no need to be squad leader over anyone else." He gave a nod to Hephos's words and felt his spirit momentarily possibly uplifted by the Salamander's words, it seemed the personality of Vulkan as given by legend was in this particular son of his.<br/><br/>"You manage to put into better words that which I struggle to do so, Brother Hephos." he spoke, giving a nod of respect to the Battle-Brother. He then took an exhale to center himself before he looked to Asramael. The mission was about to begin. "As you wish, squad leader." Before he was readied to be teleported over, he looked down at his bolter and pondered in a statuesque silence if he should begin scouting with that readied or his rifle. He then noticed the chainsword mag-locked to his power armour next to the sheath his combat knife was in under his camo-cloak and with vox-off let off a small depressed grumble at the sight before he stood back as a tall and ready son of Corvus.