Ash Guards and Death Knights leaped from the ship one after another. Florian stood in the howling gale from the vessel's breach, his right hand gripping a severed pipe inside the Demon Mother Ship.
Simultaneously, he issued telepathic commands to his men.
'Albert! Have the Technician Soldiers remain on the ship and stand by! Have Kaimir and his men stay and guard the vessel...'
Florian hadn't finished.
Kaimir, the Ash Guard, flared up the moment he heard Florian assign him to guard duty. 'My lord! My squad and I can still fight! These wounds don't affect my strength with a sword in the slightest!'
As he spoke, Kaimir swung his Knight's Broadsword to show Florian that he was perfectly fine.
But the blood steadily seeping from his Power Armor told a different story.
Senior Think Tank Albert's stern rebuke crackled over the telepathic channel. 'Kaimir! This is an order from the Iron Crown! Carry it out immediately. No objections will be tolerated.'
'But...'
