Edrik leaned against the chimera. Across from him, arbitrator Kash unclipped the heavy stubber from his harness and put it down. A PDF trooper, wearing a medic armband, offered Edrik a canteen, and he gratefully accepted it. Securing his combat shotgun and taking off his helmet, his hands numb with fatigue, the helmet slipped from his fingers and dropped to the ground. Ignoring the helmet, he took a gulp of the cool water and poured some on his face, wiping a hand over it. He closed his eyes. His head felt leaden. He took another mouthful, then handed the canteen back with a thank-you, and only now did he realize the medic was a girl, not much older than him. She smiled.
"Saint's undergarments! You can pick up girls on your own time, Novice! Right now, you're doing the Emperor's work - and get that farking helmet on, we're at war here in case you hadn't noticed!" Even over the background noise of the city being torn apart and half a dozen tank engines, Sarge's voice carried like a crac