K'tikathat watches missile launcher conveniently sliding across the street as the burning building starts to collapse upon itself. Somehow it feels like universe is making fun of him. As cherry on top, few krak missiles roll next to it. Only thing missing was street light shining directly on them, highlighting the oh so effective tool for this perticular problem they have in their hands. Well, on those hands who still have ones. K'tikathat could dive for the weapon and finish the mechanical beast, but having your lungs almost dug out slows down even your mighty bird-warrior. K'tikathat focuses on remodeling his scanty clothing as make-shift dressing, using the straps of his harness to ably pressure across his wounded chest. His body starts the get sticky with his clotting blood.
Pierce felt agonizing pain as the machine bit into his his right arms. Pulling the pin he tried to brace for the agony of losing his right hand, A explosion came shrapnel nearly missing his head as pain coursed through his body and blood poured from another stump. Pierce was able to damage the xeno machine which gave him only a bit of pleasure as he let out a agonizing yell of pain. He needed to catheterize the wound, Unlike the like the last one this one was not cauterize. Trying to kick out with his only leg and a stump and get away from the xeno machine. The blood loss combined with the the trauma of losing two limbs that day had taken its toll on the assassin, Gripping his exitus pistol in his hands he held with the force a man would for dear life as he struggled to get away his bleeding stump he tried to stop by a attempt to use his cloak to stop it but without a hand to tie it blood was in a constant loss, Pierce couldn't afford to miss any more shots keeping his rifle aimed at the beast he kept waiting for it to get close enough to finish the job before he could fire.
~~ Courthouse ~~ Takeshi grabbed the Vox device and tuned in on common emergency Arbites frequency. "This is The Silver Shroud, loyal servant of the Ordo Hereticus. All available forces are to search the city for any resistance and slam it down. There are two components. The Freedom Angels, and twisted minds who serve a darker force. Both must be equally annihilated. No scum, no villain shall survive this day, nor night. Move in bigger patrols and keep your eyes open for doors marked with Red X'es, they are storages of the rebels, raid them and take whatever you can, so the enemy may not use it against us. Be ready to meet heavy resistance and all sort of foes. Keep the enemy at bay while the Ordo Hereticus and your elite force will take care of the enemy at it's heart. May the Emperor be with you to grant you strength and protection." And with that he closed down the frequency and leaves the Arbites to their job, he turned to the lead Arbitrator. "We are grabbing whatever vehicles you got and take your best men to move to the Cathedral to finish this before it can get too much out of hand." He announced and waited for the Arbites to lead the way to the vehicle yard. OOC: So in order to cheer him up you insult/mock me instead eh, @Maleth ? Also as in most RPs, there was no 'perfect scenario' for this Would I have just thrown him into his cell and interrogate him most likely I would have gotten no information at all, and eventually he would have either broken out or tipped of an Arbites or something like that, lol.
Again, the noble made her pain quite obvious, except that this time, it was more of a loud "Argh!" instead of a more piercing scream of neverending agony (though said agony was on its best way towards regressing into more of a numb, pulsating sensation than before). And again, very frightened by the situation and the growing shopping list of her internal injuries, Astra shied away, quickly moving to the very fringe of what could be called 'squad coherence'.
'Firebat' continued to pour Bolt fire into the xeno machine. "Lets end this and collect samples for the inquisitor. Mission partially successful but refit needed."
"Madam Astra back here! Big Sis an I can cover this lot from here, check in with the good Inquisitor if you wish! " Considering himself a great deal more combat capable, and rightly so, Boris marches forward with heavy stubber held at level with his waist. Short less than controlled bursts fill one half of the hall as trooper is mindful not to put Sedric or Miria at risk with weapons gratuitous weight of fire. A number of images engraved in the barrel had begun to glow white hot, a side effect of the metals that had been melted and solidified to fill them in. Prayers to the Emperor and righteous sayings lit up by the otherwise thuggish looking weapon's barrels filling each shot with smiting might, at least in Boris' mind, against rotting fiends.
Miria grasped her power sword with both hands as she was beginning to grow tired of this combat on which nothing seemed to be getting done. She began aiming specifically for the heads of whichever zombie she could manage to land a blow against. "Get out of here Astra!" She ordered. The woman was faltering enough as is.
Kais, becoming weaker from the blood loss from having 2 holes in her, as well as missing an arm, is slowly losing consciousness. She brought herself over cover, and tries to steady her aim, and fires a burst of AP shots at the damaged beast.
Astra simply nodded at the command, and vanished into the Banquet hall, still staring at the back room, but decidedly glad that one of the military types had granted her permission to leave the fight.
"Good to see that you are all alive," the Khan laughed as he destroyed one of the zombies, "I bring ill tidings Inquisitor, but I see you are in predicament of your own. Allow me to provide assistance!" Reloading his pistol, White Scar proceeded into the back room in order to help the others out. Once there, he would pretty much do the same thing he did before which is simply hacking the zombies apart with his chainsword.
