Jack just sat there, still embedded in the Plague Marine's abdomen, but in deep thought as he listened to the chaotic symphony being sent forth by what he assumed was a champion of Slaanesh. Now, Jack appreciated the gifts of Slaanesh as much as the next God's, but he couldn't help but notice that they tended to be more... annoying than the gifts of the other Gods. It was at this point that he wondered why the Dark Eldar hadn't gone to town on this lone Marine yet.
The walrus looked at the source of the noise, then let out a soul-chilling cry that would make even an astartes quiver. it charged toward the slaaneshi at lightning speed, aiming to stab it with it's power-tusks.
The walrus's sudden attack caused Scrub to spring to action; he wrenched Jack from his abdomen, launched at the walrus and hit it in the face with its blunt side.
Nommer charges forwards, the wolf sized ripper jumping though the air. It snaps roughly in the air, his jaws capable of biting through power armor
the walrus's massive head was barley slapped aside by jack, missing the slaaneshi and rending into the ground like paper. the walrus sensed nommer, and flapped its tail to slap him away.
Jim, blessed by Slaanesh, had lightning reflexes of his own. He turned to the Walrus, wailing, "YOU WOULD SILENCE US? SLAA NESH SINGS THRO-" It was bound to happen eventually. This time, Jim rolled a "1", on his To-Hit roll. Two Words. Gets. Hot. Jim died a horrific death, his cells vibrating explosively as his own weapon turned on him.
Jim's body (or what was left of it, rather) and his equipment vanished in a cloud of daemon mist almost immediately after his death.
Jack revved at the hint of combat, becoming enveloped in a sheathe of Warpfire, ready to strike down any that opposed his might.
