"Nice piece of work, comrade commissar, but you see, I think things like blades are much more adequate. That way you dont get any of that "stupid" on your shoes." Said Bjorn, putting away now loaded crossbow and pulling out ornate sabre, while still eating kebab. He tossed it in the body of the unarmored corpse, and sabre penetrated all the way trough the hearth and out on the other side.
"Its waste of time having someone polish boots again, yes?" Finishing his kebab he looked down on injured man on the floor. Comrade, stand up, and limp your way to the med bay. You can follow the trail of blood that was left by some lass moments ago." He slid down from desk and proceeded to retrieve sabre.
"Well, comrades, I will be leaving you with last guy at your own leisure. Oh, and I believe somebody knocked on the door, but it was lost in the noise of skull cracking." Said Bjorn cleaning the sabre and taking closer look of armour on the now pretty dead recruit.
