Loken crushes another drone by bodily slamming it into the wall, leaving it shattered and oozing toner, slumped over onto the floor. He looks at Saturday. He sees the sword leave her hand. He assumes, perhaps wrongly, that it is some kind of implanted weapon like special operatives of the Sigilite sometimes use. He doesn't bother with such things, for he was forged as a weapon entirely long ago. And he puts that forging to good use, drawing his chainsword again and laying waste to two bat wielding drones, the chainsword exploding the bats into a cloud of sawdust and splinters before he tears it through their bodies.

"We're almost clear to the next one." He says, pointing in the direction of another door.