Leighe “Shame” Arriat
Helena and Coffey's newfound presence did little to ease Shame's troubled mind as he went about collecting his spent magazines and discarded weapons. The rebels were really crawling out of the woodwork now...no doubt, Carver would have something to say about that. After Shame had retrieved his own weapons, he stripped useful items off of the men he had killed. One stick grenade, and several bandoleers of ammunition. He kept the ammunition he could use and redistributed the rest of it among the troops, and even some to the newcomers who had been firing at the enemy. Any enemy of the Imperials was a friend of Shame's...
"Alright...looks like we've found us a few more recruits, Carver. You were sayin' that yeh' had information for us, lassie, so let's hear it."
Shame crossed his arms. They were still dripping with blood, and honestly he was a bit of a fearsome sight at this point; but he wasn't entirely unapproachable...just a wee bit terrifying to behold. He seemed calm enough, now.
"And on my breast in blood she died,
While soft winds shook the barley…"