Having looked forward to a relatively carefree as he prepared to sell his weapons and wares to civilian and soldier alike, Dimitri had almost forgotten for the briefest of moments about the threat of the machine menace. He'd been mere seconds away from setting down his weapon as per the late sergeant's request, only for him and the recruit that he'd been messing around with to meet a gruesome end at the hands of one of his least favorite type of angel. "Mother FUCKER!" Dimitri snarled, adrenaline pumping as he raised his rifle and peered down the sight, only for the Throne to disappear. Dimitri clucked his tongue, there was a lesson to be learned here, but not for him, there was a lesson to be learned by the throne who had seemed to believe itself safe with it's cloaking. Dimitri switched the vision in his left eye to infrared, taking advantage of the difference between the thermal radiation given off by machines, humans, and the surrounding area. "Peek-a-boo pissant." Dimitri hissed as he made out the unmistakable heat signature of a machine and began to fire in three round bursts.