Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20190205203648

Several Orks lit up, briefly staggering as they were hit with the heavy rounds, but it did little to deter their assault. As their skin burned and charred under the flames, they rushed ever forward, their thick hide and bloodlust overcoming the pain of fire. Soon, the first were upon Ciaran, bellowing their war cries and lunging with their cobbled-together weapons. With a metallic clang, they mostly rebounded harmlessly off his armor, while in turn, his Lightning Claw ripped through their bodies like paper. Blood vaporised under the energies of the blades while entrails and guts spilled onto the dusty concrete ground.

Volprecht and the Xenos clashed like two trains, his precise, aimed moves meating the beasts' kill-hungry assault. Several of the Orks fell in fountains of blood as their heads or limbs were severed from the body and it took several moments before any of them could land a blow on the Marine. However, those not fully dispatched were quick to aim for revenge, attacking even with missing arms or opened skulls.

An eerie light penetrated the veil of dust as Reus' psychic might exploded against the greenskins. Lightning lapped up and around their bodies, burning out their eyes and driving them into mad, insane howls of pain before their bodies, spasming and twitching, collapsed, partly burned and still twitching. Those not falling immediately or lucky enough to escape the brunt of the attack stumbled around blindly, their eyes cooked out of their sockets. Flailing, their erratically swung weapons took more of their own comrades by mistake than pose a threat to the Deathwatch Marines.

Two shots fired, two Orks fell, even their unnaturally tough skin no match for the burning plasma. Once Kellen put his Chainsword to work, there was plenty of it. Singing over the cries of pain and bloodlust, the distant gunfire and the warcries of his comrades, Kellen's weapon tore through skin, muscle and bone with ease, none of the Orks sufficently equipped to withstand the onslaught of the whirling teeth. The Xenos' foul-smelling, syrupy blood soon sullied Kellen's hands as he messily dispatched one after another.

As Tyberion joined Volprecht's side, the two Marines cut a bloody path through their attackers. In a lethal dance of martial prowess, there was almost no room for the Orks to land a hit on them as Volprecht's sword and Tyberion's Eviscerator tore with ease through them before they could do so much as attempt a hit.

The other Marines faired hardly worse, cutting a blood bath for Dax, whose heavy weapon would soon find prey. Even so, the Devastator's Bolt Pistol could claim several victims.

Within minutes, the fight was over, the hastily deployed Mob completely and efficiently wiped out, mangled and mutilated Xeno cadavers spreading a vile stench that managed to penetrate the miasma of cordite, blood, promethium and smoke lingering over the plaza. The Marines however knew that this victory would be short-lived. More Orks would come to investigate if they stayed here too long and a prolonged fight would attract even more of their kind. With the open plaza, they could easily bring their superior numbers to bear.