With the combined effort of his battle-brothers they managed to scavange what little time the Steel Legion squad had in their service to the Emperor.The melee fighting was particulary furious, as sergeants of both Third and Fifth squad engaged the relentless greenskins. Sergeant Adrian seemed particulary efficient in his motions - almost dancing among the alien with his blade in hand. However what really caught his eye was sergeant of the Fifth squad, who was in comparison to Adrian, bulkier and his fighting style similiar to his look. Brutal. Direct. Savage. To Andariel`s more analytical mind, the waste of any resource, particulary a finite one in the service of the Emperor, had the subtle notion of either foolishness or laxity. However with his hefty weapon, tearing limbs, unyielding in posture as the gore sprayed with each swing of his hammer, sergeant of the Fifth squad made his point, despite being the polar opposite of Adrian. The simple honesty of it inspired awe within Andariel, and for a moment he felt jealous of his brothers with chainswords. As the brief respite ended, dashing from one ruined battlement to another seeking cover, he observed as some of the brothers poured fire into the inner courtyard, in a effort to cull the orks and stabilize the situation within the Bastion. However Adariel noticed one of the orks attempting to gaint entrance to the gatehouse, and the bulky shoulder armaments it carried made obvious its role. Heavy support. Loota. If it gains higher ground... Like a leotard with its target sighted among the herd of prey, Andariel ran for an optimal position on the battlements, looking for a good angle on the greenskin. Once the position was taken, he let loose fire upon the insidious Ork, lest his brothers and allies alike, pay for his lack of worth to the Chapter.