''Apostle, perform your...task,'' the Lord said. The Dark Apostle stepped forward, with some strange knife in hand, and began to talk in a tongue which nobody could understand. As the gibberish intensified, he started to glow red. ''Defend out position, the Orks will no doubt be coming,'' Vandias said. Outside the Orks were indeed coming. A horde of them, led by a warboss no less. Scores were on their way, with hundreds more being rounded up by the bosses messengers. This place would soon be awash with blood and fierce battle.
Udius placed himself close to the Khornate Daemon. "The Codex Astartes states to provide Support fire while the Assault troops engage in melee." He said to Byrn Gallenheim who never left the side of Udius and as trained used his power armor as cover. It always looked like there was a Las Rifle strapped next to the Autocannon, that good the positioning was. Nonetheless this would be one of those moments which would show Udius if the Human has learned or not. "Daemon. Kill whatever leaders you can spot and they will falter, I will keep the lesser beasts off you." The havoc informed the daemon-beast, desiring to ram his power sword into the very skull of the abomination of the warp... But he was useful so far, and would give Udius the chance to avoid melee combat and show his true strength and skill with the Autocannon.
"Do not address me fool, for you are beginning to bore me" Karg-zar growled as he faced the Havoc. "You are nothing. A mere human, trying to survive in this hell you call galaxy. If you knew what awaits you on the other side, you would drop your arrogant act. Others here swear their loyalty to the Dark Gods because they knew what lies in the darkness and they hope that when a stronger force lays claim on their souls, they might actually survive." "But not you. You think you would be able to hold on to yourself? HAH! You amuse me little one, failing to understand the bigger game. And your usefulness can run out as well. Remember that the next time you talk to me" the Daemon said as he brandished his hammer, getting ready for the green tide to arrive.
''Over der, da humies is in dat buildin','' the Warboss said, his power claw outstretched. ''Kill dem. Kill all o' dem! WAAAGH.'' With that the horde charged forward, shootas shooting and choppas at the ready. OOC: Kill the infantry to your heart's content, there are a near limitless number of them ^^
Gelon's heavy bolter roared with the Orks sendings streams of brass into their ranks, tearing off limbs, blowing apart heads and shearing through legs with it's rate of fire and explosive payload. Orghast stuck a hand inside his mangled stomach and frowned, most of his ammunition had been cooked off by the Stikkbomb leaving him with only a fresh clip in his bolter for ranged fire power. Shrugging he looked to Kordius who had stepped up to a window and was firing out into the masses in his usual burst, heads popping with ease as all hell started to form around their fortifications. Lifting a hand into the swarm of flies swirling above him a single thought was shared and he cast them out the window, letting the flesh hungry swarm of pest descend upon those Orks who neared the building. They weren't feeble humans sadly, not quite as effective but they would form a living barrier of pain around the building to soften up the Greenskins and perhaps pick off the Grots and squigs.
The Havoc narrowed his eyes of the Daemons' words... What pleasure it would be to simply run the Power Sword in his damned skull!! .... But not yet.... Better said... Never. For pleasure in death is only a path that runs into Slaanesh and Udius would not walk that path, he was his own lord! The Autocannon roared to life and what seemed like not aiming at all was in fact the opposite. The Havoc made one sweep from the left to the right, each shot causing another Ork to lose his head. Byrn against his instincts took aim on prioritized targets and aimed for the bigger Orks heads and necks. Though there were so many Orks, most of the time he hit normal Orks rather than the Nobs he intended to kill. "They are so many, Milord!" Gallenheim yelled as he required to reload. "Do not falter! Do not be afraid! Keep the fire up and they will certainly fall beneath the power of our weapons and the hammer we form with our sheer will to destroy the enemy!" Udius roared loud, taking another wave of shots this time swaying from right to the left, killing another line of assaulting Orks.
'"Raaaah!'' the Orks growled as they charged in. But Corsairs were shredding the Orks down, yet even as they killed the greenskins en masse, the tide grew larger.
It was near impossible to cover every entrance and Orks were starting to find gaps in their fields of fire allowing some to close the gap. A nob swatted his way through Orghast's surrounding cloud of flies and roared out, bringing a massive hammer to bear as he charged into the room. Kordius moved forward to engage, stopping short and crouching down beneath a furious swing that would of obliterated his head. Ramming his knife into the large Ork's stomach before pulling back he was met with a mighty kick, throwing him down with one of his kidneys impaled on the steel spike adorning the Nobs boot. Chucking a Blight Grenade out the vulnerable window to discourage any more intruders Orghast rammed into the back of the Nob, the diseased blade had done quite nicely despite their foes size and resilience, allowing a single firm punch to pulp flesh and snap the spine. Shoving the body over toward a window where the flies could feed and add their spawn to the cloud Orghast stepped to Kordius and hauled him up to his feet. "Best to shoot the big ones, don't get too cocky. Death is a reward but our purpose isn't yet fulfilled. " Kordius nodded, chastised and made to cover a window with his gun. Gelon ran over to cover the vulnerable side leaving Udius as the sole heavy weapons gunner on one side, the green tide surging forward just a bit more as a heavy bolter was taken elsewhere.
'Never trust anyone else except yourself to get the job done.' Udius thought to himself as he saw Gelon moving elsewhere. "I do not care what you think, Daemon. But I know even you can die, so you better try to aid this combat to turn out to our favor or we all get devoured by the Green Floods - Including yourself!" The Havoc roared, concentrating his Autocannon more into Nobs and Bosses, but the tinier Orks were absorbing the damage like Sponges and Shields. "Lord Vandias, How is the Apostle doing?!" Was yelled in the Vox - Only due to the background noise of the Orks. Byrn pulled a frag grenade and threw it into the group as he reloaded once more. "Down to four clips, Milord." He informed his master, taking more precise aims into a duo of Nobs, felling both and a group of Sluggas. It would take not long until the Orks would crush into their location from all sides.
The time had come, the green tide was upon them. The dreaded one liftet his gun ones more, taking a good aim before blowing the head of a nob making its way trough the growing gabs, the orks where slowly opening them more when they pushed their big frames trough. He holstered the pistol, and readied his sword, the blackstone blade had slowly begun humming with its deadly power, maybe it would come to unleashing it soon. He moved to one of the gabs, he would make short work of the orks pushing through. He cut trough several orks, the boys being close to no trouble, mostly sending fast stabs to their heads, orks might be strong fighters, but their brutish ways was easy for him to counter with his superior sword fighting, he had grown more acustumed to fighting the nobs too, most of them used the same style as their now dead predessesors. Trough the fighting not a sound left him, he cared not for the others bikkering.
