This was what Kang had been created for, what he had spent the first ten or so years of his life involved in. The weapons and opponents may have been different, but war tactics never changed. He could hear screams and gunshots, and far off in the distance, the roar of something very large and angry; it didn't sound quite right to be any type of dragon he was used to, though. He wasn't sure he wanted to find out what it was.

The sight of corpses was nothing new to him, and keeping a wary eye on his surroundings, he leaned down next to a human soldier that had died from what appeared to be a bullet to the stomach and pried a rifle from its hands. "Can't be too difficult to use one of these things, can it? Where the hell is the - ah, there." He found several box magazines on that body and the surrounding ones as well, and put those into the webbing of his armor; a knife was stuffed into his belt to replace the one he'd let Russel borrow. The bozak had handed his flamberge over to Apollo earlier as well, but there was no way he was letting anyone else use his battle-axe. Sentimental value.

"They can't use these anymore. We shouldn't let them go to waste. ...I don't suppose anyone can show me how to shoot this bloody thing?" He sincerely hoped so, and made a mental note to ask Master Chief to teach him how to use various types of guns if they managed to survive this mess.