Misstep upon misstep assailed Extrovious' mind as readily as the foe assaulted his body. A blow whiffed against the Nob struck like a hammer against pride. An axe returned and sunk into his rib gashed his confidence. A savage among savages was making a fool of him. Power fist clenched, Extro watches Nob pounce into a helm splitter, the damaged Aquila on his chest weighs like lead that seems too heavy for even his jump pack to raise. All that anger he felt trickles down into the deepest crevices of heart and; in the barely relevant memory of their earliest engagement with the Dark Eldar, becoming the tinder for the inferno that boils through his veins in the next moment. Drawing back to the cauldron and its masters, frustration blooms into a reckless fury and Extro activates his jump pack. Your skull is mine. I will wrench it from your shoulders and let the blind sockets watch your Warlord and your world die. Red tinged his vision and something niggled at the back of his mind. A persistent itch that told him he was doing something very right. No doubt a quirk of astartes' conditioning: satisfaction in the death of xeno and the spilling of blood. Fist rises in an uppercut to core out his opponent. All the shame in the world did nothing to hamper a growing sense that all this pain and violence was just fine. Their is purity in this anger. The perfect anger. No madness of the World Eaters, no perverse thrill belonging to the barbarians of Fenris. A flawless drive for the Emperor's Children. Never mind that the previous thought, that whole bit about the skulls, might not of been out of place among Aleph's adopted cousins from Nostramo. Whether Nob still fights him or not, Extrovious looks to return to his brothers on the middle tier. Support was overdue and punching one greenskin was not satisfying enough. With his heavy hanger-on Extro looms over the others before going to slam the Savage into the Zapper. He still owed the Witch for that earlier blow. OOC: All Out Attack, Power fisting Savage Nob, second attack to carry and smash the Nob, dead or alive, into Tigrikus.