Othim- Othim Got out of his chair and headed towards deck 45 he had claymore in hand without saying anything if he is approached by the enemy he would slaughter them.
Fireteam Oni: Primary Objective: Find and Kill all Eldar (Deck 45) Secondary Objective: Collect Eldar meat and prepare it for the exotic animals Aldian Tacet - Tzeentchian Telepathica Scholar (@SorcererAlhendors ) Alexandra Nox - Chaos Sorceress (@Vulpas ) Argyle Voncarr - Khornate Astartes (@DeranVendar ) Orgeten - Tzeentchian Cultist Ritualist (@bossaroo ) Othim - Salamanders Traitor & Khornate (@Valonox ) Redeger uq Hashet - Corrupted Astropath (@Loldoom ) "One portion of Chains of Torment, coming up!" Yriel announced and jumped in front of Alexandra, twirling the small staff while the big one was slammed into the ground. Almost immediately, unholy chains engulfed in warp-fire shot out of all hallways, grabbing the Xeno scum where they stood and making them incapable of moving. "If you are interested in killing them while they are incapable of moving... You should do it within the next 10 seconds!" OOC: Everyone is free to kill 1 Eldar (And Deran due to his preparations may kill beast & rider, although he has to run up to him now because he is stuck in warp-chains )
If there wasn't a job to do and an objective to complete Argyle may very well have been tempted to let the chains drop so he could face his foe on even footing. It was an offense to Khorne to rely on the witches aid in a stand up fight but he supposed none of these skirmishes really would be duels, so it would be that a lesser form of offering would have to take place in mere slaughter. Expression shifting from the calculating hunter to that of a grim warrior with some shades of disappointment he whirled around driving his claymore overhead in an arc to carve through thick bestial neck and out through the throat he reverses it upward to bring his weapon into the towering Eldar's own throat setting it just shallow enough to instead let him bleed out in a flood of foreign life essence over his own steed, a far more fitting monument to Khorne rather than a pair of straight up decapitations. Flinging himself back down the hall his blade was angled just slightly off center across his right side in preparation to meet their next wave of foes with readied cleaving blow.
Sheathing his sword, Grythan picked up a one Shock Maul and looked it over. Its robust design and mass-produced construction was an assault to any decent craftsman, but if that was the weapon of choice then needs must. “Move? We have already Taken the objective my mysterious Astartes” Looking up from the crate of shock mauls towards the obviously angry Alpha Legionnaire “Now all we need to do is hold the Medbay from all comers, unless you plan to abandon us before they turn up and assault the mutants from their rear?” His gaze then turned to the apothecary and he received an arrogant glare, the look had hints of a parent chastising a foolish child.“The doors are already a bottleneck for us to hold. Just allow them to enter in one or two at a time and this will be over swiftly. Unless of course they start battering down the walls.” Grythan replaced his helmet with a small hiss of the seal. As the helmet fit into place he started talking, a strange echo emanated from his vox-caster, his voice reverberant and twisting at the helmet's whim. He addressed all of the Astartes in Fireteam Draco. “Remember that we have been given orders not to kill these foes, I very much doubt they will give us the same mercy so be on your guard and try not to get killed.” With that Grythan strode into position an arm and shock maul's length from the doorway they had entered the Medbay from and took up a fighting stance. It was the stance of a masterful, if slightly over-aggressive, warrior. He raised his shock maul and shield in salute to the empty doorway, expecting the mutants to turn up any minute. He did not look round to see the other Astartes actions, he just silently expected them to position themselves in a place they could see his swordsmanship, and then he waited for his foe to grace him with his presence. OOC: Uriel, how many entrances can we see that grant access to the medbay? Also, roughly how many beds are there? I'd much prefer we tied a few of the mutants to the beds to stop them waking up midway through the fight and attacking us from behind.
OOC: just assume he is already there with Yriel and the others. OOC: Oh sorry for leaving the detail out! There are 3, I shall supply a map soon (just a bit busy at work!) They would be: East (the way you came in) South West each around 50-75 meters in distance of each other. Supply room would be toward the north then.
OOC: Everyone from our group just took a warp portal down to the deck courtesy of our sorceress. Currently being charged by various Eldar! They were just caught in Warp Chains so we each get one free kill, barring Argyle who got an Eldar and a big Ox thing
OOC: Oke 1 Eldar killed Othim- He charged an Eldar like a bull against a defenseless human crushing him with ease then slicing his neck off taking a skull for Khorne. "Ah what a good start of a battle stomping and enemy to death."
Of course he had to be shown up, just because he wasn't some master sorcerer able to conjure up enough chains to tie down an army- but the bit back the envy, instead focusing on the matters at hand. He gave up his spell and repeated the incantaion anew, with another eldar as a target. Instead of focusing on the body he aimed the hex at his victims head, much easier when they weren't moving. The same force that would straightjacket the arms to the body, applied to the much smaller surface area of the head... The results were explosive, or rather, implosive. He tried to get a quick body count how many eldar exactly they were facing.
<Inferno> "Another mutant?" Krax's raised his eyebrow, "Should've guessed such wretch would be plaguing your ship. Where is the last place he was seen? So we could know where to begin our hunt?" In truth, he wasn't really into chasing some random marines around unfamiliar vessel, but he guessed he had to do something to ease his pain. Who knows what else might show up on that task that might prove to be worthier prey.
