"I've been trained to do this," he said regretfully and not entirely truthfully. He'd killed magically mobile clay putties and artificially created aliens, not humanoid warriors whether real or fake. Billy was afraid, and it might show on his face, but he felt making sure everyone was safe was more important.

"I'm concerned about how well that tank can hold together. If it's compromised and you're hurt...if I can help prevent that, I want to." He looked anxiously out at the battlefield, listening to the faraway gunshots. Nothing was coming too close right now, thankfully.