@High_Adept_Zeth | @TuskatheDaemonKilla | @Maleth | @GrimgorRock |@bossaroo | @Vanestus "I am not so surprised anymore that Vuulpaas made it through here! They look tough and dangerous but look at them break apart like glass once you hit them!" Esran said encouraging the group, including Talon to fight, roaring as he ran forth to slam his Gauss-Mace in an upward motion to crush one of their jaws and skulls. "CRUSH THEM ALL!"
Prak shook his head free of its daze before grabbing his choppa and rushing forward and swiping his choppa in a wide arc infront of him through the genestealer horde he felt like he should be let out a bellowing warcry but unsure of what to bellow
"Well, no need to tell us what to do." Mira replied to Esran, not entirely convinced about the point of telling everyone to keep doing what they were doing. While she was dubious about the merits of melee combat with the creatures (and even more so about her hat looking right), her bolts were not exactly recoverable in these conditions... So she decided to stick to Max's back and not waste her ammo by firing into the swarm, instead planning to give any of the Creatures a hunting knife to the face if they came close enough to her or Max.
With a bit of an effort, Max drew his sword from xeno`s meaty head.Esran seemed right, there was something wrong with this foe.But first he`ll kill them then muse on their fate and condition. Of the original first wave, only one remained and it seemed that Phrak wanted the honor,.As the greyskin made his move, Max stole a glance behind him, looking at the timer that slowly ticked down.Too slowly. "I sure hope the hatch doors are not at the other end of the hallway..." he murmured softly beneath his breath as Mira took position behind him, seemingly unwilling to riddle his back full of explosive bolts, a notion that was most uncomfortable to Max. Switching his attention to the new incoming wave of the Genestealers, he slammed his sword against his shield a couple of times, preparing for the push and shove of two opposing forces that is inevitable to happen.There is bloody work to be done and his sword-arm was more then ready.
" Hahaah this is getting good these things won't break through our Iron wills! Let's taken apart and make them into trophies when this is all over." Alan yelled as he gutted brought his bloodied eviserator around again foor another pass to take out another creature as he kept with the group.
Steward growled at the approaching genestealers and readied his claws again taking a primal stance. When one of the non ferals said to crush them Stewart lunged at one of the creatures pushing it onto it's back and began mauling it with his claws until it's torso was just a hollow cavity and it's internal organs were a mess around he floor. Seeing that the creature was dead Stewart let off a primal roar and kept onto another in hopes to repeat the process.
LEVEL 1 THEME: RUINED SPACE STATION Spoiler: Map < @Uriel1339 @High_Adept_Zeth @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Maleth @GrimgorRock @bossaroo @Vanestus > As any and all had predicted, there was another surge forwards of the genestealers against the party. The issue was that there was more and more mass in each wave, and even the strongest stone can be worn by the water. Stewart, as he lunged at another found himself lunged upon and slammed into the ground, face-first. Claws dug into his shoulders, but as others would realize, they seemed not near as dangerous as those of the real beast. Thankfully, he wasn't too far from the group. Talon charged to save him, but was stopped and got into a duel of claws that seemed to be happening with a tougher specimen, given it didn't fall away at the very first blow. A trio of beasts charged the pair of Mira and Max, screeching out a cry as they raised their talons. The first was easily beheaded by Mira, a bit of blood splattering over her face. A second leapt on Maximillien's shield, getting itself thrown towards Esran in short order. The third was able to exploit that move, and stabbed a claw into the side of his stomach. Some of his armor cracked and crumbled away as blood leaked from the wound Esran spotted the one that was sent flying towards him and rose his gauss mace to bat it away. There was a green flash as it connected, and the body sailed into the horde, exploding in a similar flash of green. It seemed, though, that it also melted some of the necrodermis around his upper arms. Prak and Alan were as close to a vanguard as they had, swinging their heavy weapons at a number of charging enemies. Alan's motor seemed to approve of this fight, as one swing bisected a trio of beasts. Prak had a similar experience, catching one on the blade, and then another, and then a third. At the end of his swing his axe slammed into the wall, making a mark and halfing the three before he readied another attack. [KILL 1 genestealer and make another attack] Spoiler: Combat Stats Time left - 60 Seconds ~ 2 rounds [Esran = Slightly Wounded]{Talon = Healthy} [Maximillien = Slightly Wounded][Torot = Healthy] [Alan= Healthy][Prak = Healthy] [Mira = Healthy][Grom = Healthy] [Stewart = Slightly Wounded] {Conditions} Stewart is PINNED (unable to move until freed) [}-Debilitating Statuses-{] GENESTEALER HORDE
"Talon! Help our new friend!" Esran roared, in frustration and slight pain of his ruined metal-skin, feeling a burn beneath, perhaps not noticing his canine-alien friend was in his own predicament or perhaps encouraging him to fight harder. Thinking about his arm , the tall man came to the conclusion that it was not too severe of a wound to impair his use of weaponry - yet. "HOW MANY ARE THERE?!" The Eldarine Metal-Skinned warrior demanded to know, just before his mace would come around aiming to slam the next genestealer right into the neck.
As Prak cut down the three genstealers he realized that they'd most certainly lose someone in the group if the tide of Genestealers was un-Stemmed. He quickly ran through what he had on him and a smile burst through his grim face. @Everyone "Pull back away from the Source !" Prak bellowed out as he pushed aside a genestealer and Unclipped the incendiary grenade from his belt as he threw it into the hole the genestealers were pouring out of " TASTE SOME OF THAT YOU BASTARDS !!!" He Shouted
"Chop, chop, chop, chopping as we go for the emporer! Chop his foes in two." Alan sang as he bisected another genestealer. Hearing praks to back up he began to move bring up his eviserator in a defensive way to counter any oncoming genestealers and readied himself for the tied.
