<Fury pilot> Shot off his feet, the pilot fell on his face, clutching his torn testicles. "Xenos scum!" He spat, followed by the roar he knew would be his last. <Architect> The last remaining Sororitas were felled under the synchronicity of the Eldar warriors, dying with their backs against each other, bolters in hand. The door behind them was the way to go for the Eldar host.
<Unknown Corsair princess> The gallant rug beneath her feet shook along with the rest of her vessel as the Intemperate Phantom took another hit. Still the woman held her glass full of ice-berry wine with poise. "It's a shame, Kythramil. You had made such a good job sealing that hull" she said to the man that stood beside her. The battle she observed and analysed through the crystalline material of the wall looked promising. Sure, she had lost some frigates and cruisers already - along with Khaine-knows-how many fighters and bombers! But she knew the Eldar had the upper hand, and that it was just a matter of time until the fortress-like Imperial flagship was destroyed. "If only my master was here, Wanderer. He wouldn't have lost a single vessel to this assault."
Silence was all that came from the Biel-Tanii Avenger as the final sister fell. Slowly making his way up to the now open path they fought so hard to protect. Eyes falling on the corpses of the women whom had fought an fallen back to back. "A valiant effort...even for primitive beings." Voice deadpan, not relaying his internal dialogue and feelings well. I wonder what they would become, if they were as old as us... He quietly asked himself, looking at the torn pieces of flesh which were once these women, reaching out to brush back a little of the shock white hair which covered one of the warriors faces. Which was now missing a jaw from the looks of it. Tongue hanging out, slack and unmoving. Eyes stuck in a open, furious-or horrified expression-he could not tell. Leaning back up once he took in the gruesome sight. They would still be lesser. Grath told himself. Turning to regard the carnage from this heightened position.
The Hunter walked up to the broken man, kicked him to roll him on his back. "Prey." He stated in Eldar, aiming in his face and finishing him off, a salvo of Shuriken right between the eyes. Once the enemy was dead, the pain in the abdomen become more real and the Eldar made for the Wave Serpent, not letting himself die this easily or endangering himself to fight in areas where he was nothing but an adept. He was a Hunter of the Void, not a Hunter in direct combat like a Striking Scorpion. Rharijem Keredayl looked at the other Aspect Warriors, inspecting them and their status, trying to force his mind away from his wound. Although it started to feel better - Perhaps not as critical as first expected? Although he was no healer and could not tell. It still was even more a riddle to him how a Mon'keigh weapon could harm him so strong, though another realizing fact that he is a hunter of the void and would die quick on the field.
<Desek> Falling in near the door way Desek looked on down the path. "Avengers care to take point? I'll move up with you. Our Hawk and Spider should remain in support. " His eyes scanned along the passage looking for anything of note. "Perhaps our Ranger can find for us another pass or warn us of what's to come? I doubt corridors make much for sniping. " <Redren> Landing with a loud clang of his boots against the ships bulwark Redren approached the Crimson Hunter. "Coming with or you going to stay here with our Serpent? " Hearing their Warlocks suggested advance he looked over. "Perhaps it would be best someone stay behind and guard our ride? I doubt my wings will avail us much in the tighter confines of this vessel so I'll handle it. "
With a nod, as the suggestion the Warlock gave was quite a good one. He moved into position at the mouth of the bulkhead heading in whatever direction this hallway-or-pathway would take them. Waiting for the others to figure out a plan, or take position behind him and his Avenger kin before moving out. Eyes scanning the path ahead of them with a practiced precision. Looking for anything...out of the ordinary. Technically anything could be considered out of the ordinary. None the less, he extended his senses as far down the path he could while waiting.
"I Stay." He said simple, not elaborating on his motives. Rharijem Keredayl held his Shuriken Pistol ready as he stood next to the ramp of the Wave Serpent. His eyes would watch the surrounding, his ears would listen to those who would attempt to sneak in, his weapon would stop those getting to close. Although in the heart he was uncertain, for his place was operating vessels.... Not guarding them.
Liriasol raised a gloved hand to catch the Warlock's attention. "I could take a scouting role," he offered, "by the look of it that's a ventilation shaft running alongside the main corridor. If it leads ahead, I can move in advance of our main force and alert you to what's coming." He gestured to the grille beside them, about five feet from the floor. "So long as it doesn't get narrower than my shoulders I can wriggle through some pretty tight spaces. I'll just need a hand in getting it off the wall." [OOC off to go shopping and I have a game to run online tonight, may be sporadic! Really having fun here ]
OOC: Like I said, PREPARE TO BE AGGRESIVELY LIKED! MUAHAHAH! OOC: So am I! It would be fun to have some dice in this though. XD
