Ogre strided foward and lept of the Fang. He used his jump pack to steady his descent and fired potshots of plasma round into the group of men on the roof. When his boots touched the surface he ducked for cover behind an airvent. "Ogre has touch downed." He sounded of on the comms. A soldier tried to flank him on his right but was dispatched with haste with a chainaxe in to the gut. Ogre smiled briefly as his axe tasted blood for the first time in what seemed like an age. Ogre popped out of cover and fired purple plasma into the chests of hostiles a brief second before vaulting over and swinging his axe into the chest of unfortunate hostile.