Angalox found himself in a bit of a pickle, given that every brother on the landing pad needed help in order for them to have any hope of surviving this swarm of Tyranids. It seemed that he would have to settle for covering Duran...... Until his Power Armour guided his bolter towards a pile of Prothium barrels in the middle of the swarm, in a prime position to take a chunk out of the attackers and tilt the team's odds of survival back into their favour. So he needed no further encouragement to send a burst of bolter fire at the barrels, blowing them up and the resulting explosion taking out a considerable chunk out of the Tyanid swarm, enough so that his brothers were not at an immediate risk of being annihilated by the swarm. With the dead done he turned his aim towards the remaining number of Tyranids, to help thin out their numbers and hopefully tilt battle back firmly into the team's favour, not the flimsy hold on victory they currently had.
was taken back by the blows to his armour and in turn flesh underneath, grunts and wheezes could be heard from the Blood Angel as he swept his chainsword around his body in all sorts of motions attempting to kill what ever he could, looking around at the wolves who tore the xenos apart around him he smiles for a second under his helm before catching a glimpse of his brother "Hengist, Fall Back! Your Wolves and I can hold them off for a bit longer....." to which he opened up a channel to the brothers inside "Brothers! Hurry!, The Xeno swarm is too large for us to continue like this....we need to get the data and leave" he spoke In the back of his mind he contemplated wether he regretted wanting to target this place first or if he simply hated the fact he was damaged over and over again by the swarm of bugs, as a final resort he attempted to leap into the sky as fast as he could to get an overall look at the swarm but then returned to the ground slamming a bug down sending its flesh and gore everywhere, then he continued to hack and shoot away at what ever he managed to hit
OOC: i just wanna point out that the summuned wolves are pitch black, and a bit bigger than the one in this foto. just wanted to say this, since i guess not all would look with favour upon pitch black ghost wolves the size of a land speeder. Henigst could barely stand, he had drawn much power from Fenris, and being a conduit was dangerus work. He could just support himself on his staff, though his vision was blurred and most sound was jarred. He dident hear the words of Azazel, becouse it was just a blurr, all he could hope was that the wolves of Russ where indeed tearing ranks like in olden times. The cold inside him was deeply unatural, and not a feeling he had often felt, the angry spirit of Fenris took back in pain what i gave in power. But he was not intirely done yet, he hoped the squard was doing good now, for all he could really focus on know was getting back to the landing platform, and so he began his pained walk up to the ramp, he couldent really talk at the given moment, since his jaw was locked, and blood was dripping.
Terath took the point of extraction team heading to the LP out of main terminal. He hoped that Chronus would be in rearguard and provide backup both for him and the Magos in-between them. Even though this was the prime plan, Raptor always considered that it is better to be safe than sorry so he looked back from time to time to see if everything is in place. "Magos, I move ahead but you stick to me, don't stay too much behind or else we will be easy pray." With his bolter in one hand and Raptor's ritual machete in the other he led the way. Due to increasing noise coming from the ongoing battle on LP Terath forced his awareness to maximum level of his superhuman senses to avoid any ambushes on the way there. "Chronus what is your status?" "This is Terath to the Team, I am escorting VIP to the LP expect our arrival in T minus 1 minute, prepare covering fire. Provide me with data for safes approach... and by the way it is time to call in the extraction if you ask me."
Isaiah growled and holstered his Heavy Bolter on his backpack, grabbing Combat Knife and Bolt Pistol. "Keep Henigst position clear! I get him!" He roared with anger, shooting at the enemies around, his new movement at least saving him from incoming acid fire. He jumped in one movement on top of a crate, in the next leaped with all his strength high in air, crushing down on a bunch of Tyranids, smashing them with his pure weight, slicing another two with his knife before moving onward to Henigst. Damn Space Wolf, endangering them all...
"Warp damn it!" murmured Terath to himself while approaching exit from main terminal. The way was clear so far but he didn't see Chronus behind him. He was his battle brother, with short mutual history but a battle brother after all. "Damn you Chaplain, damn those tyranids and damn this cursed planet. I will be back for you as soon as I get our VIP to LP" he spoke to himself as he shot tyranid warrior in the head reducing his head and upper torso to bloody mist. "Requesting covering fire, as soon as you provide I will move out from cover to LP with Magos on my back. Confirm acknowledgement" He kept overlooking the perimeter while waiting for both Chronus and LP defenders to reply.
"This is Azazel, Standing by for Support" he spoke slowly moving back towards Terath keeping in mind a single mistake could have him overrun, He Cleaved away at the bugs before grabbing a krak grenade of his belt and throwing it at his feet and leaping into the air back infront of Terath "I will provide close support, but you must be quick" he said nodding his blood stained head and shooting behind him to the Tyranids "No matter, Dont stop!" he said charging forward slightly giving Terath and the VIP a wide gap to move through
OOC: Watchman told me he can't post really till wednesday, so botting time. <Chronos> "Just finished remaining Raveners!" He reported over Vox, kicking the last corpse off his body before turning and running after Terath and the Magos, more Raveners bursting out of the ground behind him... <Isaiah> "Working on it!" Isaiah roared loudly, ramming his Combat knife between the eyes of a Tyranid Warrior that was about to leap on him. The Knife was stuck in so deep he couldn't even pull it out, armed now with only a Bolt Pistol he at least had a hand free to grab Henigst by his neck and drag him toward the landing pad, shooting at followers with the pistol in his other hand, which started to become obsolete with the summoned Wolves tearing enemies apart around them. "TACTICAL RETREAT AZAZEL!"
the sudden pull and grap around his neck, brought life back to Henigst, as he started to do his best at a crippled and weakened run, he couldent keep it up much longer and soon he would need to cut the link between the realm of Morkai and this world, or else they would take him with them. "Brothers, ill need to cut the link soon, is everything ready for evacuation?" came his ragged frozen voice into the vox, it was a great help that Isaiah had grapped him, or else his slow walk would have taken much too long.
"Just get your Wolf Spawn away! We are not on Fenris, for Emperor's sake!" Isaiah complained, dropping Henigst for a moment to reload his pistol, shooting in 3 gaunts heads, making them explode, before grabbing him again and pulling him further. He made barely progress, but at least he made progress....
