OOC: Sorry for lack of posts here will continue when I get home, my brain just doesn't wanna comprehend EF xD
Aleus was panting already, "If we keep moving, we'll be there in no time..." He has no time to worry about his back and leg injuries. They were only flesh wounds anyway.
Three Sisters! They were just walking by and heard the door opening, directly opening fire upon the Termagaunt and his allied Ork, punching a Bolter Projectile right into the left shoulder of the Termagaunt and into the weakened chest-plate of the Ork Necrodermys, causing it to flicker and then turn off. "FOR THE EMPEROR!" The Necron marched slow and still would take him a while to get there, but he could see the Ork and Tyranid under attack.
There was no use in opening fire, he didn't need the Tau drawing their attention over onto him...though it did give him a devious idea. Perhaps he may be able to lure them into attacking the Necrons on the other side...by the same coin though he didn't want his kin to lose this war.
It would take a fair bit of movement to grab the attention of the other Necrons and the Tau, the latter would be able to easily overtake him and chances are the invading Necron wouldn't take kindly to his presence and inability to assume control over him, at least he imagined the Orachulos would provide such protection. Looking about he tried to see if there was any where he could hide after opening fire...
OOC: Orichalci / THE Orichalcos? ^^ The Necron could spot the Tau force that was now marching into the main entrance of the Palace, though the Necron force just started now to breach the defense of the Sororitas on the other front. At the end of his visible sight he could see a Monolith approaching.
SURPRIZE, SHOULDER, FOCUS Its cover's usefulness was terminated due to the human females' ambush. Caught in such an undesirable situation, there was no other choice... The termagant's survival instinct went into overdrive, adrenaline coursing through its veins. The Tyranid screeched out and charged the Sisters. The termagant stood no chance against the bolters, but in a close-quarters combat the humans would lose that edge and put the Tyranid in its most ideal element - ripping something apart with its claws. Even so, the termagant's fleshborer spewed at them in a rapid burst as it closed the distance, bobbing and weaving in a blur.
