[Salone]

Lev stepped out of the IFV, clutching the ancient rifle in his hands. reaching down, he slapped the bolt upwards and quickly chambered a round by pulling it back then slamming it back home. The silence was pressing in, and even the dust whipping around his boots seemed to be fleeing the area. It was impossible to feel safe.

He tilted his head to the side, speaking over his shoulder to the rest of the group.

"We should fan out. We have a better chance supporting each other than we do getting pinned as a group. We do not know what we face. Better to do so from multiple angles. Minimizes our chances of all being picked off."

Lev attempted to suppress a laugh, as if a joke had been told at an inappropriate time. He turned back again, actually eyeing Ei’lycia this time as he spoke.

"This is a feast for monsters. Wasted flesh will spoil under the wretched sun."