Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20190512084139

Caught off guard between Kellen and their own, supposed, leaders, the Mob proved little resistance for Kellen's weapon and he was able to rejoin with the team and Ciaran, whose Shotgun blasts took the heads of two Nobz clean off.

„On interception course, Captain“, came Phokas reply and moments later, the shape of the Blackstar became vaguely visible towards the eastern row of roofs. Brief gunfire emitted from the top of the houses, none of it a serious enough threat to the vessel to have Phokas even react. Its turbines screaming over the wind, it hovered over the team and Phokas hailed Ciaran again. „I cannot get a clear shot, Captain. Disengage, I repeat, disengage.“

While the Nob brough his weapon up in time to meet Tyberion's blade, it was unable to stop the grinding teeth of the Eviscerator and with a screech of strained metal, the Orks weapon tore apart and the Marine's found its target, only to be stopped by the crude armor of the Nob. The chain mechanism ruined, the Ork bellowed angrily and swung the now silent weapon at Tyberion, now a club rather than an axe.

Like all of his brethren, even more so, the Ork was fast enough to meet Volprecht's blow, blocking it with the long handle of his axe and swinging it back at the Marine as soon as his momentum had stopped.

Electricity crackled up around Reus, discharging in crackling flashes of lightning. Then, as he raised his hand at the Orks, a storm of lightning burst forth, traveling through their bodies and turning their bodies into shrivelling husks. The stench of ozone was overwhelming and mixed with that of the sizzling Xeno carcasses as a whole row of the remaining Mob and several Nobz fell, immediately relieving the team for the moment. Gutsmasha however was unscarred, letting out a merely annoyed growl at the loss of his underlings.