"YOU'Z JUS ANOTHA SPIKEY GIT DAT NEEDZ A PROPPA ZOGGIN!" Gerald shouted at the Ork, bringing his Shootah to bare, "AND I'Z DA ORK TA DO IT!" With as little of the warp as he felt, even he could tell the Sorceror was preparing for something nasty, 'well dat aintz gud' he thought to himself. Looking over to see Jack, hoping the little nid was doing all right. Like hell was he going to allow the Sorceror to finish his little charge up. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

With a cocking of his Shootah and a mighty "WAAAAAGH!" befitting of any Ork charging headlong into battle, he ran toward the chaos git as fast as his Orkish legs can take him, slamming himself into Sorceror's body and bringing his Shootah up to meet Spikey git. At this range, he didn't need to aim as he Dakka'd da Spikey git in front him. At best he would be able to interrupt whatever the Spikey was planning on doing. At worst...well...he would have taken the brunt of whatever was to come next. At least it'd spare his friends from such an attack.

He considered that a win/win not so much scenario

William stopped shooting as he realized his bolt gun had literally no effect on the Overlord, as the Xenos teleported he could only stand and stare as the Necron immediately closed the distance and was already readying his warscythe to deliver the killing blow. Even as his mind raced with all the times he remembered poor fights like this before William could really only think to say one thing as death loomed overhead.

'Aw fr...'

Before William can finish a blue shot from what he presumed was Iryllith had blindsided the Overlord, effectively deflecting the Necron's strike and throwing the Xenos off balance for a brief moment. Seeing his chance William ducked out of the way and started backing off, seeking to get away from being in close proximity to the Necron Overlord to as great an extent as he can. He was also silently hoping that the Necron could only teleport once otherwise this act might just be futile.

After tumbling a few times from getting hit with what he felt like was a truck, Jack got back onto his hoofed feet. "Goodlordyoureallyarelikeasaturdaymorningcartoonvillian." Jack growled to itself before launching himself again, trying to get behind the marine to climb his back and jab the claws into his gorget and into his throat while he dealt with Gerald.

Sensing that the Sorcerer was going to do something big in the next few moments, Alicia threw caution to the wind as she charged at the Marine with her rifle ready to start clubbing him to death, as if he was truly going to unleash a power that screw the team....
Well, goodbye saving the Phoenix lord and the bloody sword, hello having to explain to Osiris how they managed to screw up a simple escort mission. (Then again, escort missions in games often involve brain dead NPCs, which is exactly what Irillyth has been for the most part.)

"Dammit! We shan't fail our first mission. We can't!"

The pulse rifle in hands maintained a steady stream of pulse fire as he poured it on, sheer volume hoping to penetrate a weak spot in the armor or at least distract him enough to prevent the sorcery from happening.

The Sorcerer brought his blade down to not just deflect but destroy the Orks (@GobMaw_HellSmasha ) shootah. It was cut clean in half, but the assault was still performed and pushed the Chaos marine against a wall behind him. His eyes were burning with electricity and fire of anger now more than the warp as the physical interaction withdrew his body from the astral plane a bit. "You will pay for this, Ork scuuuuum!" He roared while being pinned against the wall, before being able to retaliate, a hungry Tyranid (@BuriasDempsey ) was upon him attempted to penetrate his neck. However - the Power Armor held for now.

Where it got interesting now is that the Necron Overlord got in the way of the Dark Eldar (@Maleth ), Tau (@MetalDog4 ) and Daemon (@TuskatheDaemonKilla ). With his warscythe he swung at Alicia and forced her to stop in her tracks. "I do not think so." As he stood in teh way like a wall, from his cloak a swarm of scarabs emit and built a minefield like wall, absorbing plasma shots. The crystal hardened fury managed to close in and land a hard jab at the metal skull of the soulless beast, only to receive a headbutt and be swung aside from the massive warscythe, sending the light-weight fury flying. "Go through me. To get to him." The Necron challenged Alicia, William, Rico and Robert.

Meanwhile, with the lack of commanders fighting, Iryllith managed to kill the remaining minions. Jumping from his cover he stood on top of a little rock and was torn between targeting the sorcerer, or the Necron. "Priority target?!"

Reminders & Overview:
@GobMaw_HellSmasha - Gerald Malon - Green - Emblem??? - Mostly Ork - Char Sheet | Ork Big-Boy
@TuskatheDaemonKilla - Rico Rhiner - Red with brass trim - Emblem - Mostly Daemon - Char Sheet | Fury Daemon
@MetalDog4 - Robert Yates - Blue - Emblem - Mostly Tau - Char Sheet | Tau Firewarrior
@BuriasDempsey - Jack Martin - Light Grey - Emblem - Mostly Nids - Char Sheet | Tyranid Super Hormagaunt
@Maleth - Alicia Seranos - Eggplant Purple - Emblem - Mostly Dark Eldar - Char Sheet | Dark Eldar Kaballite Warrior
@Donairian - William Saxon - Black with Silver trims - Emblem - Mostly IG / Inquisition - Char Sheet | Inquisitor Acolyte

"OI DAT WUZ ME SHOOTAH YOU GIT!!!" Gerald shouted angrily at the spikey git, taking the destruction of his Shootah as a personal offense, "I LOIKED ME SHOOTAH!!! YOU'Z GUD AZ DED NOW YA STOOPID SPIKEY SONUVAH GROT!!!"

Gerald drew out both of his Chopping tools and ran toward the distracted spikey git, slamming the Sorceror against the wall with his sheer Orkish Girth and raw strength, attempting to bring the Choppah's down in a whirlwind of Orkish might and rage. Becoming a venerable whirlwind of Choppy death, Gerald brought his full attention on chopping the spikey wun into little itty bitty bits. This spikey now made it personal. That was a mistake on his part. Because now there was no calming down the raging Ork.

The only thing that would calm him at this point would have been utterly brutalizing the spikey git till he resembled little more then a mess of metal and meat.

That Sorcerer was clearly very upset the way he was carrying on, at the moment William felt far more concerned with the hardy teleporting Necron in front of him than the bawling cobra commander chaos space marine who the group at least managed to debilitate. Only needing a brief moment to make up his mind he shouted to the nearby Iryllith pointing at the Necron Overlord as he did so.

'Sorcerer is too bogged down in close combat, target the Overlord, use the brightlance to make sure he gets damaged.'

At the Necrons challenge William looked at his previously ineffective boltgun, shrugged and then looked up again straight at the standing Xenos, he started shooting single shots at the Overlord targeting specific important looking areas in a flippant manner. He maintained a safe distance away from the scarab minefield wall thing however but he was starting to feel irritated by the Necron enough that he might even try close combat if the Necron got any closer the blade still in its sheath still not having seen use so far.

"Well, time for you to learn the hard way about why getting in my way is about as wise as denying an Ork a good fight." Alicia replied, before advancing upon the Overlord not in a mindless charge, but instead focusing on avoiding the minefield of Scarabs by shooting her rifle at the lower parts of the machine-man (hoping that the scarabs would move to intercept the shards of toxins.)
Then once close enough to the Overlord she would leap up to avoid having her legs taken off by the little Necron bugs if they were around the bottom of the metal-man while Seranos would then swing her rifle as a club at the Necron's head, hoping to inflict a bit of damage via blunt-force trauma.

With Gerald making his frontal assault that would make an ork warboss proud, it would leave Jack not much room to do one himself. So he opted for a different strategy, something more cunning and cold. Whenever there was an opening, Jack would dart in and jab a claw into an armor joint, and would repeat this process over and over again. A death by a thousand cuts, and more importantly to keep the sorceror off balance so he couldn't retaliate effeciently against Gerald. "Stabstabstabstab." would be the little creatures mantra as it did so.