The surging hormones and his body reverting to as normal as it could be, along with his bio-implants and engineering fighting this had slowed Ragnar down. A lot. Chemicals were fighting in his bloodstream that his implants, based on templates thousands of years old and mostly from dead Marines implanted into fresh recruits, didn't quite know how to deal with.
So they treated it as a biological threat and reacted accordingly, glanding stimulants, both hearts hammering to pump blood faster through his kidneys and bio-organic filters as well as producing a considerable amount of antibodies to fight something that...the body was half remembering as being perfectly natural.
I must get my armour...if I am to fight this heresy i'd rather do it from my ceramite.. Of course the armoury and repair shop Damon used was a distance away and each step made his legs burn as muscles tensed and cramped. Reaching the first metal door Ragnar growled when it didn't open for him, even when he punched in the code, and then punched (and smashed) the code machine. They know. The heretics know that i'm coming for them. Ragnar's grin was broad, his body glanding adrenaline as he ran through the mental pre-combat checks, priming his body for combat. But he NEEDED his armour.
Taking a few staggering, sweating steps back Ragnar growled, launching himself at the metal bulwark with a meaty thud as his shoulder and upper back rammed into the door but the impact made stars shoot before his eyes. So instead he brought up Frostfang, the swords engine roaring to life before the Marine started battering the metal door, the teeth howling as they bit into metal, finding purchase in steel..slowly biting through with each swing. The noise in the confined space was so great though that Ragnar didn't hear Bobby calling his name from the hallway, and his head was so foggy he sure as Warp damned didn't smell him or Thor coming which could have under normal conditions. He was far too focused on the door, his teeth bared in a ferocious snarl.