OOC: He does come off as cold in hindsight but I don't blame him. When more of his memory comes back hes quite a tragic individual for the wrong reasons.
Varger yelped and ducked behind the cover to wrench the metal from his arm. It came loose and he tossed it aside. The Faelon cover held against the barrage but Varger didn't like that sort of incident happening again. Mobility would be the best option. He activated the mobility systems, the taloned hands, the hook clawed feet, the extended limbs. His upper torso rose slightly and the Faelon lined ribs began to show. Dismissing the rifle as he lacked the Faelon to maintain it. He set off in a flash leaping, clawing and bounding at blinding speed looking for any technology to amalgamate and launch a better attack. Some one calls for him. "I'm alittle...busy here." His distored voice rings out as he leaps around explosions and shots, amalgamating tech.