Forex sent a blip of contact to acknowledge the warning. "Understood Sergeant. " Of course more were coming, the Orks seemed to love fire even when it was turning their comrades into charred husk. He had once remarked hearing a Greenskin scream with joy about the 'Burny Dance' mid combat before being forced to tango himself.

Snarling as a slugga round spanked off his shoulder plate the Iron Warrior turned toward those Sluggas advancing toward him and loosed another wall of destructive promethium into them. A roar overtook his sense briefly before his ears adjusted properly to the sound and dampened it, heavy impacts near their defensive lines that were too soft to be artillery but too heavy to be small arms fire or grenades alerted him to the impact of Stormboyz. Amongst his comrades he wouldn't be able to unleash his weapons fury so he focused instead on making sure no other mobs reached the fray to keep them tied up, lest they end up buried beneath a small mountain of bodies.

The air shrieked with their descent, a befitting accompaniment to Vosidian's cry of fury. Among them in a flash, he marked the first kill of Squad Ursal with a downward sweep of his chainblade. Ducking the clumsy sweep of a screaming Nob, he moved forwards to kill again. Behind him came the twins, their booted feet both smashing into Orks at the same moment, both chainswords falling as one, both of their targets tumbling away as ragged heaps in morbid unison.

Cadmus landed, pistol bucking in his grip, and attracted the attention of two Nobs. He advanced upon them, his blade hungry. Not far behind him came Vostrael, and he -never to be outdone- bisected one of the Nobs advancing upon his brother. However, as it died its arm wildly struck out, the Iron Warrior easily dodged this most base of attacks, but he was left unbalanced and unguarded from the other ork. Seeing it's opportunity, the beast swung its large cudgel, and Vostrael was hurled back a few feet. Before it could strike again, Vosidian appeared from the throng, his thrusters howling loud, and tackled the ork. They fell to the ground in a heap of flailing limbs and roared curses, each seeking to outdo the other's strength.

As this portion of Squad Ursal fought, the other half moved quickly through the abandoned building, caring little for the walls in their path. Their flight packs set to full, they crashed through everything in their way.
Mal'Grin burst from the side of the building, his brothers behind him, into the street. Flying at full speed directly at the building opposite him, he had a few precious seconds to act. In those moments, he was able to turn and fire a single bolt into the melee taking place further down the street, and then he was gone.

A few walls into this next building, his vox crackled.

"I could have taken him sergeant." snarled one of his troopers.

"Your welcome, Vosidian." he replied, chuckling.

"I had to open my mouth" Manus muttered as streams of fire descended around him and the air seemed to shriek and split around him as the so called "stormboyz" descended- idiots with rockets strapped to their backs- typical of orks-making primitive technology out of anything-however the emphasis was on primitive here as several of the orks exploded in midair plummeting to the ground around him-the siege had turned into a version of hell-"still" he thought "hell seems to have more things to me to shoot" he fired his heavy bolter-empty cartridges pouring in the hundreds by his feet,green ichor exploding from the air, rocket packs firing like ballistic missiles towards their own lines and exploding trukks and buggies in a glorious cacophony of fire.

The grey fox fired his bolter into the oncoming stormboys one landed near the grey fox it. The grey fox punched the beast as it tried to stab at him with its So called choppa. he raised his bolter soon destroying the things face. He charged into cover and fired doing what he could to stay alive

''Brother Arbax, do you consider ninth squad less capable than yourself?'' the sergeant asked. ''Return to your squad.''

More artillery rained down on the Iron Warrior's position. Forex was thrown backward when a blast impacted mere meters in front of him.

''Forex, report,'' the sergeant said, aware of his brother's proximity to the explosion.

More explosions impacted, rattling the buildings in which the tenth squad stood. Another score of Ork sluggas appeared, charging in toward the Iron Warrior's position.

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[OOC: squad one are on the right, the stormboyz on the left. On an open field you'd be able to engage them, but there are ruined buildings between. I drew up a small map, to help with visualising what's where. The link is in the first post ]


[OOC, just a reminder, the SM fight in squads for a reason. Each squad is as capable as the next. There's no need to run off to help other squads, unless they're in very deep shit. Obviously, players who are playing as sergeants are free to do whatever. But players who are part of the NPC sgt's squad should be maintaining cohesion with him unless told otherwise.]

Forex staggered to his feet, back pressed to a wall as he began shambling toward his squads original location. "Alive and well! Just tying up the Greenskins a bit, burning a path back to you. Want me to press through the rubble here and flank their gunners? "

Pule ducked underneath a crude weapon as he fired off an entire clip at his attacker's groin. He spun around, facing another Stormboy head to head, parrying the creature's blow and ramming his chansword into Ork's chest, killing i instantly.

He could shout orders, but there was no need. He and his squad members fought together for over a century and a half, all of them Terran-born. They knew how each other fought, moved and even breathed. They worked as one, all in the glory of the IV Legion.

Silent, Pule sliced head of yet another Ork as his brothers killed the Greenskins all around him, not pushing but not backing either. The task was to pin the aliens in place until the armor support gets here, so 9th was doing just that.

''Captain Tertex to all sergeants. Priority vox. Our armour has made planet fall, expect them in your vicinity within sixty seconds.''

''Do as you can, brother,'' the sergeant said.

''Our big guns are here, brothers,'' he said, no speaking to the squad as a whole. ''Let us cleanse these Orks whilst they move in to position.''

A pair of thunderhawks flew past the Iron Warrior's position, firing at the Orks below as they passed overhead, before peeling away and making their way up, away from the planet below, en route to the Space Marine ships in orbit. Their barrage eliminated a dozen or so of the enemy boys, and took a trukk and a buggy out of commission.

The grey fox charged from cover to cover regrouping with his squead giving them support fire he soon found himselfs with his brothers in a building firing at orks.

OOC sorry was getting a little confused

''Fox, take brother Inikov and move to the second floor. Lay fire down on those Orks, they're taking position behind the barricades over there,'' the sergeant ordered.