Aleph half-slid, half-flew down the neck of the great beast as he was flung forwards, the entire body bucking beneath him as his blades severed one of its heads. It leaked a strange plasma, not of just blood but of fire. Legionary Aster's brief moment of triumph was a sweet one, but short as he landed next to the Standard-Bearer on his back. Pain flared through him. The armour in that section was gone, or as much as counted, and he'd have no more chances like that should he take another blast from the accursed xenos witches. Aleph gritted his teeth. He'd just have to make sure he didn't turn his back to the enemy. Just as he was straightening and getting to his feet, the dancer locking eyes with Arnock as he did so, he heard something over the vox. Extrovious, calling on their own former witch. Calling for him. "... Denatus, finish off the harvester xeno! Vitaly support the fall of the war beast! Aleph! I need you brother!" The emotion in his voice was so raw that Aleph was immediately forming his next action, about to tell Arnock to regroup even as his Brother added his own voice to the call: "Go and tend to Extrovious. I can hold this creature at bay. Now that I am missing a hand, it makes it more fair of a battle for the xeno." Arnock laughed slightly, and Aleph was glad to see that he hadn't lost his spirit along with his hand, but they should consolidate. The urgency of his action warred against leaving Arnock to fight alone but he must move. "We should regroup," he said, even as he turned slightly, plotting his next dance among the fallen and the dead. "Reform around the Sergeant. Use distance support." He spoke, even while knowing that Arnock would choose to fight on here, even while he knew he had to get back to Extrovious. "Good hunting Brother. Go for the throat!" Then he was sprinting, weaving his way across the field. "Yes Brother Apothecary, I have my flamer and a plasma grenade. Both yours if you need them," he said, ducking under a blow from a Laer as both blades swept out, one to block, one to cut. "It has some kind of internal flammable element, it may get hot when it dies." He kept running. Sergeant or not, he would reach Extrovious' side. As he came within sight of the pitched battle and the new alien threat, Aleph's Astartes senses took it all in quickly. He saw his Brother embattled. Behind him, Hephaestus lay dead, a single shot in his back. He took it in even as he darted to aid his comrade, his friend. No time for that now, no time to react to apparent disunity in their midst. The thing facing them was a strange amalgamation, a hybrid between the clean form of Humanity and some kind of monster; more than this, it was a meld of characteristics as if somehow combining raw musculature with feminine qualities Aleph only dimly knew. Whatever it was, it was his enemy. Swords cutting in a matrix of blows, warding off the she-xenos with lethal blades, he interposed himself between Extrovious and his tormentor. Stepping in from the side so as not to block his Sergeant's own attacking claws, he brought up Daith'wyn and Night's Edge, using the blades to make a cage of strikes that would keep its presence at bay, working with the Brother whose style he knew so well from a hundred campaigns. Whatever vile alien monstrosity had been created here, they would face it together. "I am with you, Brother!" OOC: Run like hell for Extro, then Utility stance: Aleph doesn't gain any bonus actions however he gets rerolls for both of his normal actions with no penalties, used as Defence on self while running to make sure he reaches his target then Defence on Extrovious. If he needs an action for the move then just Defence on Extro.