"If you have specs on the enemy units now would be a good time to share, no questions otherwise. Let us wipe the scum from the face of the earth, God willing". Lev wasn't really religious, he'd seen too much, maybe even done too much in his lifetime to remain faithful, but religion had been part of his upbringing and it showed at times. Old habits die hard, he'd thought more than once when he caught himself uttering a short prayer under his breath or crossing himself before a battle. Now he focused on his machine, slowly and deliberately flexing both his and Svyatogor's muscles and testing the joints, the response, the feedback. All systems nominal, everything felt right, not a single drop of lubricant out of place. He was ready, Svyatogor was ready. Slowly and deliberately, he placed his right hand on Kladenets' hilt and waited. The sword would not be drawn until the battle was engaged.