<Amriel>
The young Corsair weeped as he saw the drop pods slam into the ground, they were saved! Minna and he had just narrowly dodged the Knarlocs gaping maw before he blew its head to pieces with the Shuriken Cannon. The Vyper swerved in and out of the massive Kroot beasts. "Minna! Reinforcements! Our brethren are safe, let us find that Shaper! He will not escape this battle alive."

<Cair>
The wounded Guardian was behind him as he shielded her from the Kroot with his massive frame, his heavy armor the only thing between him and death, as for every spear that found a chink, a dozen more were turned away. Three broken spear shafts stuck out from the armor as he lashed out at the Kroot, in one hand his Pistol, the other had half a spear in it that he had wrestled from a Kroot.

<Visethianne the Poet>

The warrior roared, charging back with the momentum provided by their reinforcements. He couldn't believe they had used the escape pods as a means to reach them - that had been reckless and mindless... But such was Aranethyr's nature and that of his crew.
Visethianne ducked beneath an enemy rifle swung his way, twirling on one heel to proceed with a horizontal cut. He then swept and slid next to the fallen Guardian and recovered the Spirit Stone.

<Minnaloushe Aetherios>

Minnaloushe bounced on her seat, elated to see the reinforcements falling from the heavens like Isha's tears. Then came Amriel's orders.
"Yes, brother, scanning..." The pilot replied and concentrated.
There are two possible enemy formations that could indicate a retinue, I'm taking you there and marking them on the radar.

The girl zoomed past the two enemy clusters but of all the Kroot Amriel killed, none seemed to have been the leader of the southern tribe.

OOC: Minna didn't notice Rhari

<Aspect Warrior>

The Crimson Hunter registered just now that the Wave Serpent was destroyed - and without the HUD of his helmet synchronized with the ground forces he could not tell if Minnaloushe was still alive, but certainly he assumed worst case. "You will pay for what you have done!" He announced rather with a mix of pride and righteous fury, than blind furious rage. Two Kroot with Spears charged him. The first one threw his which was evaded by turning to the side, letting it land in the tree behind the Eldar. The second one waited till he would get into melee.

Undecided of whom to shoot at, he split his fire between both, trying to halt them by shooting them in their chest but failing so. The unarmed Kroot with a few skilled hand-to-hand moves disarmed him and attempted to shoot the Warrior of Khaine with his own weapon, just to find no trigger whatsoever and the psychic command was denied, too. As it was no Eldar which held the weapon. The dumbfound Kroot was only saved by his brother in arms who attempted to impale the Crimson Hunter.

Rharijem caught the spear under his arm, holding it by pressing his left arm against his body and kicking with his left leg into the stomach of the Kroot - who surprisingly held onto his weapon, pulled it back and scratched the armor of his opponent quite deep with the sharp tip. The Eldar built up distance with a backflip and then pulled the spear out of the tree, which was thrown before - holding it ready to stab. Both Kroot came at the same time so he decided to throw the Spear at the other armed Kroot, who quickly slid on the ground. The giant leaped into the air while the Kroot was doing so and before he realized, found a boot in his face that crushed his skull, the weight of Rharijem alone was enough to crack beak and skull beneath his heel - Making him vulnerable to the other Kroot, no opportunity was found wasted.

A fist against the helmet, not sending Rharijem to ground as he took the hit like a true warrior, but the jump-high-kick that followed forced him down on his fours. The Kroot grabbed the weapon of his fallen brother, thrusting it into Rharijem who rolled in the last moment to the side to evade getting his skull on a stick. Escaping death by just a few centimeters he grabbed the Kroot by his lower arm, pulled him down and gave him a headbutt, followed by a throw into the crater his escape pod created earlier. Raising to his knees and pulling the Spear of the ground in one motion, he threw it just when the tribal warrior came to a halt. Requiring a few seconds before his body registered the spear in his heart.

Close combat was truly not his, but at least basic enough to get a few Kroot at a time down... He was concerned about his left lower arm that pulsed with pain through his body. First inflicted by the extreme crash landing into the Knarloc, further intensified by this combat. Not to forget the other wounds he took in his chest and legs or the damage in his armor near his armpit. His Emerald eyes went to the Wave Serpent again, filling him with sorrow about his presumable loss, but alas - The time for mourning was later, or else he would risk to succumb to Khaine like Trykasil did. With the Shuriken Pistol once more in his hand, he wondered what would face him next on this foreign planet.

<Amriel>
The Corsair roared in frustration, they had wiped out both clusters and none were the leader...
"Minna, this one is craftier than that, or we would not have been tricked, he is nearby, probably only with a couple of guards, watching the fight from some where, does anything like that show up on the radar?"

<Cair>
The wounded Reaper dropped to a knee as a thrown spear slammed into his armor, joining the other three already there. On his HUD, he could see the wounded Guardian's icon getting dimmer slowly. He turns toward her, snapping off the newest spear to avoid hitting her with it.
"Dammit! Don't you die on me! We already lost one Eldar too many today and we're not losing another one! Not again!"

<Desek>
"Kin of Iyanden!" The Warlock carved himself a path through the Kroot, forming a blur of striking blue and yellow that was surrounded by red wisp of arterial spray as he heightened his speed to reach the Reaper. In a moment he and the wounded Guardian had another blade at their side as Desek closed in. "No kin of the Craftworld or our fight shall fall to my watch Brother! Train your fire power on the others and cover them, I have you both covered up close. " A silent cry of war echoed out from his blade as a Kroot's own bestial howl was cut short by an open throat.

Casting out an empty palm a dozen Kroot found themselves hurled through the air instantly giving them a bit of breathing room to their right before Desek had lunged over their wounded to work opposite of his previous position and press his advantage elsewhere. Stroke, swipe, step, stab, step and thrust. Four Kroot felled by his war dance before bringing himself back about to meet the renewed charge of those he had cast about mere seconds ago.

<Cair>
The Reaper grunted in acknowledgement as he drew his Launcher again. Though still only on one knee, the Reaper keeps a steady grip on the Launcher as he pours fire into the oncoming Kroot.
"It would seem you have saved me again Brother, once on Iyanden and now here, it would seem I owe you twice now!"

<Architect>

More and more the Kroot adorned by a red-and-white motif seemed to gain the upper hand as the backbone of the northern tribe was shattered by the Eldar. To the sides, in the small clay-wrought houses, the invading Kroot began slaying the females and those too young to fight.

Minnaloushe kept speeding through the enemies until she spotted Rharijem, locked in melee and alone.
"Amriel, focus fire on the following," said the pilot. Upon the corsair's console she could see the proposed targets.

In the centre of the courtyard, Visethianne had managed to fight his way to the wounded Spider.
"Are you alright?" He asked before raising his rifle and firing above his sister's carapace - a Kroot getting too close for comfort. The Avenger then offered his hand to help her stand.

<Unknown Eldar Guardian>

"I'm... Fine," she replied through gritted teeth. "Aspect."
The proud female kept holding her wound, gaping and gruesome.
"I will make Khaine... Proud!" She raised her shuriken catapult with one hand and fired at the incoming Kroot hounds with no success. Her vision was blurring.

Around Desek, the other three Guardians formed up to better secure their wounded.
"Warlock Desek! The hounds!" Yelled one of them - a young male voice.

<Amriel>
"Of course Minna." The Shuriken Cannon spat out shurikens, each one deadly accurate as the Kroot around the Hunter dropped, Kroot viscera going everywhere. "Pull over next to him Minna, I am much better at close combat then he is, and he is a far better gunner than I."