At the word of his Sergeant, Aleph was moving, running down to the lower floor using jutting struts and protruding fragments of blasted deck to slow what would have been a fall, had the nimble Astartes been any less quick with his footwork. The adrenaline of battle singing in his veins, Legionary Aster sought out the gap in the lines just as Arnock did, swiftly bringing up his sword in a guard stance. Night's Edge flickered with lightning, making space, giving breathing time for those whom Jendon tended and closing the chink in the battlefront. Each strike of opportunity, he would take, but for a short while he concentrated on defending his fellows. He was smaller and slighter than a warrior in Terminator armour, but he hoped to make his greater agility work to his advantage.

He wasn't idle as he did so. Astartes senses took in the battle, the placements of enemy and friend alike. Standing guard over Jendon he looked for the next opportunity to bring pain to the enemy once the line had reformed.



OOC: Defensive stance: Aleph gains a bonus defensive action and -2 on all of his attacking rolls - defence on Jendon, defence on Brothers as needed; making sure the Apothecary can do his work.

4th Squad made good time on moving down towards the lower floor, Emperor's Children swift as lightning and obeying their Sergeant's orders to the letter. Speaking of Extrovious, Assault legionary sets up his next move by taking out his pistol and opening fire on the purple-painted Orks. Alas, his aiming is completely off mark, not able to stabilize the pistol enough the dragonfire rounds are wasted exploding past the Saboteurs and setting the remains of their drop pod which weren't blazing aflame now. His actions caught attention of the Greenskin wielding ranged weapon and the tripple barrel rolls in the circle before unleashing a torrent of bullets towards Extrovious. Alien is luckier than the Child of the Emperor and couple of rounds smash into the Sergeant, blowing chunks of his armor away but not enough to ruin his descent. Power fist crackling with energy Extrovious lands right on top of the Tankbusta Nob and literaly flattens him with the ground before the metal breaks as well and the legionary surrounds himself with gore and pieces of masonry on his way down towards the rest of his squad.

Vitaly on the other hand, waits for the moment Extrovious is through to launch his own strike. Thermobaric warhead is launched from his shoulder mounted unit and Techmarine's calculations prove correct. Defintely an easy task on the paper which Vitaly turned to success on the field as the warhead detonates and with it, entire top floor goes straight to hell. Superstructure breaks and the additional hidden explosives that the Orks set up go off as well, incinerating most of the metal in a majestic detonation that rocks the entire part of the battlefield.

However despite the size of the blast, not every Ork escaped destruction. Only the one carrying crude grenade launcher died on the spot, the extra ammo on his body setting the rest of his form ablaze. Remaining three Saboteurs lived and dropped to the middle floor, albeit a bit wounded, but still eager to fight. The one with the burna ends up blown to bits by Vitaly's micro missiles but before the Techmarine could do more damage, his airborne form caught the attention of Land Raider crew from below. Lines of white-hot energy streak towards him and Vitaly nearly evades being sniped by a pair of lascannons, instead only his armor gets a fresh coating of black and flesh beneath his back melts onto the ceramite but overall, it was nothing compared to the last time he deployed alongside his brothers.

Elymas watched all of this and waited for his move with patience. The moment the Saboteur carrying the shoota, the same one who nearly shot down Extrovious, rears up its ugly head from the rubble and aims his weapon once again, the Audiomancer squeezes the trigger and bolts are sent flying. For who knows what time since his service in the Third Legion, Elymas once again proves his superiority when it comes to measuring marksmaship skills and the alien Saboteur dies before he could fire a single shot and put another life at danger.

But where there was one, there's more, at least when it comes to Greenskins. Audiomancer saw that the last alien was still alive and well, and was heading straight towards him. Couple of more rounds into its body did nothing to stop the monster as it crossed the distance and swung its big chainaxe at the psyker. Symbol of the World Eaters that was painted on every adamantium tooth becomes apparent to Elymas as they bit into his flesh, the Ork ripping past psyker's guard and cleaves through his shoulder and chest, pushing him away in a welter of blood before a headbutt smashes him into Extrovious who just landed nearby.

While they worked to finish off the remaining Greenskins from the top floor, the rest of the squad focused on dealing with the rest of the aliens fighting nearby. As much as Leonis and his Terminators served as a testament to Legion's valor, they were still hard-pressed into surviving this fight and there was no doubt that they would be overrun if nobody helped them, the Luna Wolves simply too few and too busy to offer proper assistence.

Arnock was the first one to charge in, singleing out the biggest alien nearby and like the last time, moving to deal with him. He dashed in right as their Apothcary injected him with a cocktail of stimuli, reaching the line just as the Big Hamma was swinging his hammer on Leonis and sliced low, taking part of the creature's hide. Plasma shot went off the mark as the giant Nob adjusted his swing and caught Arnock on the hip, the blunt weapon pulverizing the armor and bone and the only thing that prevented the Standard Bearer from dropping was Jendon's earlier intervention. Lord Commander quickly moved in, his own sword reaching out and nearly cutting away Big Hamma's hand as he prevented the alien from throwing another punch and killing Arnock or worse, crippling him enough so the banner might fall.

Another thing that forced the Nob leader backwards was Denatus' shot. His volkite weapon, the only one in 4th Squad, heated up and burned through the Ork's chest armor as if it was nothing, the ray scortching both flesh and bone. Having no time to see if his attack did anything more than pester the creature, the Destroyer turned his attention towards the Flash mob in the back. Greenskins kept on pounding the Luna Wolf tactical squads but Denatus managed to move to the position without suffering any injuries, couple of stra bolts that found the mark were absorbed by his bulky armor and kept him able to do what he did best.

Throwing his phosphex bomb over the heads of the warriors engaged in front line and towards the back, the item fell a bit short but nonetheless, it did its work. Virulent agens began to spread all across the Flash Gits, those that lay wounded simply inhaled it and died on the spot as it burned through their lungs while those that saw what happened and tried to run away got caught twice as fast and their bodies melted down in mere seconds, their lives ended in most gruesome way possible.

Before he could admire his work, Denatus' position exploded in shower of sparks as they were strafed by heavy bolters commanded by the crew of the Looted Land Raider which still lived. Two of the Luna Wolves legionaries fell, their torsos blown apart by larger caliber rounds while Denatus ate a bolt that annihilated his left shoulder guard and managed to cast couple of smaller shards into his neck where they lodged in and caused pain on movement.

Flash Gitz, at least those that survived, were saved by this intervention and they were about to set up new firing lines before another explosive landed at their feet - and promptly ended their hopes of surviving this mess. Pholax was once again ready to deal with the horde of enemies after managing to evade the fate of his Destroyer squad mate, he chucked another grenade at the aliens and added a little bit of inferno into the mix with poison. Burning, melting and ultimately ripped apart by shells from Devastator's autocannon, the heavily armed Greenskins proved to be no match for the Emperor's Children heavy weapons experts.

Pholax was also the first one to spot that beyond the dying aliens another group of them approached, coming from the Palace's interior and the direction which they all were supposed to go to. Marching in orderly fashion, completely unlikely the regular Greenskins, came a group of strange-looking aliens to say at least. All of them were armored in mismatched plates of some kind of power armor knockoff, in the same blue color of the Ultramarines and the looted tank below. Overall they looked more composed, not completely savage like the rest of their kin, a parody and an insult to every son of Ultramar but thankfully none of them were present to witness this attrocity first-hand.

They were led by a giant Ork, almost two heads bigger than the Nob leader they were fighting, fully-armored in an offshot Terminator armor and wielding two large chainfists he looked capable of grabbing that Land Raider and lifting it up with ease. He spoke in his guttural language, shouting orders to a number of lackeys that came behind him - first one dressed in Apothecary-white and wielding a pneumatic drill instead of a Narthecium ran towards the Nobs alongside a rabble of similarly armored gretchin that carried all sorts of "medical" equipment. Next to him was another alien but looking completely different. A bit smaller body on top of which stood a huge head, the thing eeked lightning as it danced all over the oversized brain and bone-white staff addorned with all kinds of skulls, but mostly human in nature. He uttered words of power and the bodies of the Flash Gitz alongside the lingering phosphex suddenly turned to ash, the entire area clear of any remaining danger for the incoming aliens to fall to. Besides these "officers" were two more groups of aliens, one was carbon copy of Legion Tactical squad, with even better bolters and long knives, that moved forward to get the attention of the enemy, while another trio of aliens held back, hefting large weapons they got ready to utilize the familiar tactics and rain death from afar.

While the new threat appeared on the horizon, Jendon dealt with the current issues of keeping as many Luna Wolves alive for the next round of combat that was imminent. "Brother Jendon of the Third, I am Sergeant Dometh of the 76th Company, 5th squad," a legionary with the looks of pure ganger knelt next to Jendon as he worked on saving one of the injured warriors who lost half of his face after getting hit by a stray round. "You have my thanks for saving my men. If we live through this, the drinks are on me," these were the last things Dometh said as his chest exploded.

Kicking away the dead Luna Wolf, Nob turned his beady eyes on Jendon while the blood of Sergeant Dometh still lingered on alien's hammer. Apothecary tried to roll away but the Ork caught him by the top of his jump pack and fist connected with Jendon's face, momentarily stopping him dead in tracks. Hammer came down but it never connected - suddenly the Nob roared in pain as his arm was separated from the body. Night's Edge glistened with power as Aleph dashed to his brother's side, making sure the healer's work went on interrupted.

Nob still wasn't dead but that changed quickly as Aleph brought his sword around and decapitated the Ork in one precise move. Head fell on the ground before the body did, just in time for Aleph to spot yet another Nob charging at him. His hammer trailed behind it, covered in intestines of another Terminator who the alien felled couple of seconds before, the Legion's elite warrior on his knees and clutching to his stomach to try and push the organs in. Alien apparently didn't deem the legionary a proper challenge and chose Aleph instead. Closing the distance in an instant, Nob swung its hammer around but Aleph ducked underneath, lashing out with his own weapon and carving a part of the alien's leg away. Return strike came quicker than Aleph anticipated - hammer blow caught him beneath the ribs and power armor cracked under pressure. Fused bones shattered and one of his lungs was destroyed, forcing blood up to Aleph's mouth.

His vision swayed as the Nob grabbed him by the collar, bringing him off his feet and towards its stinky jaw filled with razor sharp tusks. At first, Aleph couldn't really tell if the great shadow that just appeared behind the alien was due to blood entering his vision or could it be attributed to a blast that tore the hole in the ceiling of the giant chamber they were currently fighting in. Being so attuned to its primal instincts, Nob felt the danger rather than seeing it and he turned its head slightly to the side, just in time for Aleph to see the look of pure terror written all over its features which was pretty much universal across all the species in the galaxy when faced with such creature.

Five great blades punched through Ork's torso and he let go of Alephoros immediately. From his position on the ground, Aleph could see that the blades were actually part of a greater lightning claw wielded by a man unlike he ever seen before. Another slash came and Nob was ripped in two, the shower of blood doing little to undermine warrior's noble features. Face that demanded respect broke into a charismatic smile as he took a step forward and stood next to Aleph. "I would offer you a hand but one can never be certain if one of the Phoenician's sons would see this as an assistance or an insult," Horus Lupercal said, his gaze remaining on Aleph for a moment before turning towards the broken front line and incoming Greenskins beyond it. "I guess we'll have to put this to a test and more if we are to win here."

With the arrival of their Primarch, Luna Wolves, especially those Reaver squads who by then were fighting a loosing battle, launched themselves at the Savages with newborn fury. Couple of them remained but there was hardly stopping them now. Newly-found heights of combat prowess were reached and the Orks were slowly but surely, being pushed back on the lowest floor. How long would that last remained to be seen.




Tides of War: Ork Palace Guards vs Luna Wolves and Emperor's Children. Current advantage: Minor Astartes advantage.

Middle Floor:
- Nobz:12/9/10, Big Hamma:13(Needs 9 for LC to activate), Saboteurs:5(2handed Choppa)
- Leonis:22, Terminators:4/13, Luna Wolves:10, Horus Lupercal:150
- Pholax:13 Denatus:11, Vitaly:14, Extrovious:14, Elymas:11, Arnock:9, Aleph:11, Jendon:14

Orkstartes Reinforcements: Robork Gorkman:40 Dok Jewlz:20 Tigrikus Da Zapper:20 Taktikul Gits:14 Devastata Nobs: 9(PC)-9(PC)-9(HB)

Bottom Floor:
- Looted Land Raider:[8], Savage Berzerkers:18, Berzerker Nob:10
- Luna Wolves:7

To move down or up a floor, you need to dedicate one action for it. Those who have jump packs can move freely up and down the floors without spending any action (including Vitaly). Orks will focus enemies on their floor but if left unchecked, they will concentrate their attacks against player chars on other floors. Trying to score a ranged hit from one floor to the next one confers -1 modifier, while two floors away confers -2 modifier. Enemies suffer same debuff. As long as Horus is around, Tides of War cannont fall beneath certain treshhold.

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"Arnock give that gun to someone actually capable of using it damn you! Keep it up and you and I both will be having to train with Elymas." Extrovious sways more from landing than Librarian crashing into him. Sergeant cups the psyker's pauldron with his power fist to steady the staggering warrior before striding into the fray. "Jendon, we have a veteran sagging on the line." Most obviously wounded of Leonis' entourage is highlighted in pulsing orange. "Vitaly, I need your eye for efficiency set on cleaning this place up. We have a whole lot of fortress to purge brothers, and this is just the tip of the iceberg!" Orders spill out of Extro's mouth at a mile-a-minute, not a single one losing any of their punch in exchange for expediency either. Honestly he was surprised Leonis was not yelling himself, or at the least throwing a fit over Arnock weighing in on the fight in progress. Noticing the arrival of the Ultra-orks Extrovious makes good on his own belligerence and locks side-arm off to the side where it might be forgotten for more useful equipment.

"Pholax suppress those heavy weapons in the rear the same way you did those gun-xeno and we might actually start making some progress!" A stun grenade is lobbed towards the formation of odd Orks, Emperor's Child not just a little curious if they were drilled enough to know that marching in order like that made themselves healthy targets. "Denatus, that Land Raider is making a nuisance of itself. We will finish it." Extrovious watches as Dometh dies, Jendon is nearly crushed, and Aleph comes to the rescue: satisfactory. Feet carry the marine into a swerve as debris from the ceiling threaten to swallow him up in more than just their shadow, Extrovious taking it as a sign the few seconds that had passed equated to far too much standing around. Power fist closes up and field reactivates as jets roar and carry him upwards once again.

"Vitaly, you are my eyes up here. Disengaging from this level to get the jump on perceived enemy medical specialist after disrupting those barbarians below us." Hurdling over a distinct lack of floor and towards the mighty mechanical beast below, it takes everything the man has not to lock his smaller hand in powered glove, the urge to haymaker the Land Raider almost overwhelming. Might be for the best he misses the arrival of none other than Horus Lupercal. Probably not a good guy to use as a ward against recklessness.

OOC: All Out - Stun Grenade towards Orkstartes, Power Fist attack aimed at Land Raider
Orders:
Pholax - Attack Orkstartes Devastatas
Denatus - Attack Land Raider
Jendon - Help that 4 HP Terminator
Arnock - Git Gud

Elymas had his eyes narrowed beneath the helmet all the while he shot at the creature but it would just not stop in its tracks. Most likely it was too stupid to realize the pain. Either way, he could not bring Phoenix's Resolve in time down on the Ork and suffered the blow. He took it like a man without a noise, but sadly the impact was great enough to interrupt his Sergeant. "Apologies, Sergeant Extrovious." He simply muttered before re-engaging in combat.

Although there were two things that caused great disturbance and resonance alike within the weapon crafted at the hands of a primarch. The former was the Weirdboy of an Ork that marched in with the rest of the Ultramarine knockoffs. He hypothesized already that they simply looted a squad of the Macraggian gardeners. But the latter reaction was one he only felt once before. The presence of a Primarch.

His eyes turned towards Horus Lupercal. Primarch of the Luna Wolves. First son to be discovered by the Emperor. Elymas' hands balled into fists as he had to bring every fabric of his mind and body to not simply bend a knee for the arrival of such mighty individual. But a pulse within Phoenix's Resolve, the very reminder of the librarians promise to the patriarch of Medusa hindered him from doing so. Or maybe it was the noise of the battlefield, the stench of blood and screams of death, that kept him from a twisted form of worship and stay in battle.

Yet... This time there was something else. Not as bitter as envy, but not quite as sweet as relieve. The drive not only to remain standing, but to be better, to do more. Something he had lost on that damned jungle world when he lost the boon of a teachers pet at the side of Hephestus. The need to impress. But whom? Leonis? Extrovious? Or the foolish mans attempt of trying to impress Horus Lupercal himself? What could possibly impress a primarch, a primarch who had fought for years at the side of the Emperor of Mankind? He shook his head. What was it worth to not even try? "One cannot win without trying." The Lexicanium said out loud and a nod of confidence. Without a direct order from Extrovious it was time to not just improvise - but to prove his worth!

"We are Warriors!
Warriors of the Third!"

Elymas bellowed all around himself, bolt pistol put away and his staff held across his chest in a familiar stance, hands wandering to strum the instrument-weapon. With the first notes played the warp started to manifest.

"Many stand against us.
But they will never win.
We said we would bring death to his foes.
And here we are again!
To bring them all destruction.
Suffering, and pain.
We are the hammer of the Imperium.
We are thunder, wind, and rain!"

Brothers everywhere.
Raise your hands into the air.
We're warriors, warriors of the third.
Like thunder from the sky.
Sworn to fight and die.
We're warriors, warriors of the third."

With every note played, every word sang, the gem in the heart of his staff would grow more and more, until a blazing spirit burst out of it, flying above Luna Warriors and Emperor's Children alike. A mighty phoenix which would send a flame into each that was wounded. And with each such flame sent, subsequently grow smaller and smaller. Until it would fully dissipate as suddenly as it had come.

With the song completed, certainly the last Saboteur would charge him once more. But even with the stolen weapon, or rather especially because it was a stolen Legio Astartes weapon. And so with all of his might and a fitting yell to boost his attack and unleash his true strength, Elymas wanted to not just kill the Ork, but truly crush him.

OOC:
1st Action:
Focused Casting Talent: Firebird Ballad (Medium Range, AoE; A massive Phoenix is summoned, spreading it's healing fires amongst the Psykers allies, healing them for 1d3)

2nd Action:
Attack vs. Saboteur that survived last turn via Phoenix's Resolve (2 handed use)

Looking over at the ranged specalists of the Greenskins dying, the sight of new enemies made Pholax sigh, the battle seemed to be never ending here, destroy one wave and another takes its place. It wasn't until he got a look upon these Orks that he knew they were different, how weak they must be to try to become like the Legions.

A true warrior becomes their own warrior, not a pale imitation of a one that is already here or has past. They'd already lost on that alone. Like a fool who sees one excel and tries to do the exact same without realising it took years of experience, training and being bred to do that exact thing.

Oh these Orkstartes may be a terrible sight, but they pale in comparison to those they imitated.

"Brothers, it appears we have some impostors." Pholax voxed with a laugh as the new comers walked in, "It appears that the Thirteenth have become a bit feral since our last meeting."

Hearing Extrovious' orders, Pholax complied turning his attentions upon the new comers and leave the current enemies to be moped up by the Terminators and Luna Wolves. He had to delay these new comers it seemed.

"Some cover would be appreciated, Extrovious if you have someone to spare." Pholax voxed again as he unpinned his last incendiary grenade and launched it towards the Ork Devastator imitations, then firing the Autocannon once more aiming at the plasma cannon wielders. Ork weaponry was dangerous enough as it is, with a Plasma Cannon, for all we know it'd overheat and blow in the Ork's arms but if left unchecked it could wipe out a whole position and Orks aren't know for their restraint when it comes to weaponry.

Once these Devastator wannabes are down, Pholax felt an itch to engage strike them with chain and fist. No greater test of strength than to face down an enemy mettle to mettle, blade to blade.

OOC:
Incendiary Grenade at Devasta Nobz
Autocannon attack at Devasta Nobz Plasma Cannons

"WHOA!"

Vitaly's descent to the middle floor nearly goes awry as the looted Land Raider's lasbeams sear his back with a glancing hit. Despite the third-degree burns beneath his armour, however, he makes it to his destination in more or less one piece. Closing ranks with both Pholax and Denatus, he helps anchor the squad's rear line.

@DeranVendar

"On it, Sergeant," comes Vitaly's reply as Extrovious leaps off the edge into the fray on the floor below.

"I think," he mutters to himself as he surveys the battlefield, which has only gotten even more complex in the last two minutes.

Observing Horus's entry into the fray, he decides that, for the moment, the battle for the middle and lower floors are secure with the morale boost to the surviving Luna Wolves, to say nothing of an actual Primarch bolstering the line, leaving him freer to focus on the imminent threat of some extremely heavy reinforcements crashing into the embattled Imperial formations. Noting the suspiciously familiar composition of the newly-arrived Orks, Vitaly hits upon a plan. An Auspex sweep of the architecture surrounding the incoming...'Orkstartes' seeks out hidden structural weaknesses that may allow a well-placed explosive to bring hundreds or thousands of tons of debris down onto the elite Ork warriors - it is a waste of time directly attacking powerful psykers with something as relatively slow as a missile. Once found, Vitaly will bracket both that and the Orkstartes leader, locking them in as targets for the two thermobaric missiles currently being assembled by his whirring nano-foundry. As soon as his sensors return the appropriate data and his enhanced mind is done parsing it, both those missiles will be on their way.

"Focusing on incoming Ork reinforcements, Sergeant." @DeranVendar

OOC
Action Summary

- Standard Action: Structural Scan to determine best way to bring buildings down on Orkstartes

- Standard Action: Target structural weakness w/ Thermobaric missile

- Standard Action: Attack @ Orkstartes w/Thermobaric missile

Threat Assessment Matrix: Attack @ Orkstartes w/Thermobaric missile

Special ammo: 3 clips Tempest rounds (bolt pistol)

Micro-Missile ammo

Standard Charges: 15/30
Special Warheads: Stasis x 2, Cryo x 2, EMP x 1

Arnock's frustration grew even more as he was continually being made a fool of by the Orks. This was a poor reflection of his legion and their primarch, and in such a manner, became a failure of his office. And just when his anger had grown to a breaking point, Extrovious came across the box and attempted, what one would assume to be, threats to motivate Arnock. This, however; made Arnock's ears grow deaf to the squad leader's orders and continue what he had started.

Arnock had grown tired of his new side arm, which had shown little use to this point, and holstered the plasma pistol to his belt. Now, with only his power sword in hand, Arnock continued his attack on the large ork with a hammer. Knowing that the squad had began attacks on the reinforcements from a distance, it made little sense to peel off from his attack, again, to re-engage another foe to Arnock. So, once more, Arnock charged in at the large xeno with a hammer, attempting to finally bring the creature to its knees with precise attacks to its neck and chest.

OOC: Legion's Champion: All Out Attack both attacks with power sword to neck. Extra attack from Legion's Champion with power sword to chest.

One minute Aleph was immersed in the noise and heat and smoke and bloodshed of battle, driving Night's Edge into the Orks that dared to intervene in Jendon's work, the next he was lifted into the air, stunned, breathless, about to meet his fate. Whatever lay beyond death - even though it be oblivion - beckoned Alephoros with an imperious hand. He coughed and spat blood, trying in vain to at least bring his Betcher's Gland to bear, but he couldn't clear enough of the red fluid from his mouth. His battered remaining lungs heaved with effort, He kicked out, then he was falling, blood pattering and spurting around him like a winter rainstorm.

The crimson tempest haloed his saviour, and as Alephoros stared up at the magnificent figure silhouetted against the carnage of battle like a demigod of old, he finally managed to seize a breath and cough out one thing, It wasn't the greatest speech of his Legion.

"Lord Lupercal ..."

"I would offer you a hand but one can never be certain if one of the Phoenician's sons would see this as an assistance or an insult," Horus Lupercal said, his gaze remaining on Aleph for a moment before turning towards the broken front line and incoming Greenskins beyond it. "I guess we'll have to put this to a test and more if we are to win here."

Galvanised, Aleph - who would have welcomed a hand to stand up with grace - conceded the point as fair in the back of his mind as he struggled back onto his feet, combat stimms and armour balms working with his Astartes physiology to get him back into the fray. He felt light-headed, but focussed, the very presence of the Primarch a tonic to his system. He darted back to Jendon and saw that his Brother was tending to a critically injured Terminator. Taking his cue from wisdom so old it was commonplace, Legionary Aster decided to make a good offence part of his defence. Night's Edge crackled with lightning and he set to cleaving any of the Emperor's enemies that dared to come close. Preferably before they could endanger the healer's work.



OOC: Utility stance: Aleph doesn't gain any bonus actions however he gets rerolls for both of his normal actions with no penalties. Defence on Jendon / patient, attack on incoming Orks. No time for staring at Horus like a starstruck teen. There's a battle to win.

Before Denatus could do anything like admire his destructive work on the flash gitz, Denatus was allmost blown off his feet, he did certainly do a spin before getting some sure footing again, the enermy weapons fire having blasted apart his pauldron, just his luck that destroyers use reinforced armour, else his shoulder might have been dislocated or even blown off.
Denatus send a affirmation to Extrovius, that he had gotten the order, though as he tried to take aim at the land raider, the sudden arrival of Horus stunned him just a moment, few things could truly awe spacemarines, primarchs where one of those things, though instead of staring at the lord of the lunar wolves, Denatus knew he had his task, as he took aim at the side sponson weapon of the landraider, maybe he could detonate the ammo hoppers beyond the weapon with one of his warheads.

OOC: balanced attack, missile on the hurricane bolter sponson, and defence on self.

Jendon felt the wind knocked out of them as the ork nailed him in the face cureaning back into rubble he attempteed to grab his bolter to try to fire back as the hammer came down he was saved from his brother aelph before he was sent flying by the ork attempting to get up quickly he grabbed his bolter and was about to see his brother be taken out before a figure he didnt count on arrive. "Horus Lupercal." Jendon was stunned for a moment, but as one of his brothers life signs began going down and he heard Extro in his ear he regained his sense. "No time to sit and gawk were on the field." Jendon said to himself as he looked back towards the terminator brother who was endangered. "Thanks for the save aelph!." Jendon said noticing the blood on him he felt for a moment for the cousin who fell besides him and made a mental note and a extraction notice on his position for gene seed recovery.

Looking over to Pholax Jendon noticed he was out of grenades and could do some more damage to the orks artillery wise while he was helping his brothers stay in the fight looking over to him Jendon activated his Vox. @dx144 "Brother take my explosive,I am to busy to use it." Jendon said handing his melta bomb to Pholax as he dashed passed him running towards the front.


Going to there veteran brother's side Jendon began work the terminators, Guts were hanging out attached to the orks weapons, Gritting his teeth he knew this would get messy he needed to do field procedures of disconnecting it from the damaged organ then get it inside and seal the main wound. Activating his saw he began his work attempting to seal the major wound, Administering pain killers, and stimulants to help the body mend, Severing the damaged part of the intestines and marking the terminator for after combat field surgery. As he began finished work on the terminators guts he began applying repair cement to his armor then went onto the next wound around his torso and damaged arteries that need to be sealed to prevent his body from bleeding out.

OOC Free action tossing Pholax Jendon's Melta bomb to pholax to use. Full two actions healing most wounded terminator