Hasou sprinted as fast as his armored legs could carry him through the hail of rubble and shuriken fire, the razor sharp disks digging deep gouges into his power armour but the superior cermite held true. The same could not be said of Melkior, who tumbled forward with a smoking hole in his helmet. Two of his brothers stopped and dragged his prone form into cover to ensure the safety of his gene seed and shouted hateful litanies to inform the others of a sniper. To make matters worse, the fire prism turned its lances upon the rushin marines. Its opening volley caught Beris in the arm, vaporising his left limb as he dove for cover. Other members of the squad took a myriad of wounds from the scatter lasers and dove for cover... but Hasou kept running. He was just within the range of the prisms mighty lances and the scatter laser turned to stop him but was too late. He bounded onto the smoothe chasis of the prism and fire a shot of superheated energy into the multilaser turret, tearing a whole in it and melting its inner workings.

Before his new exposed position could be taken advantage of he turned the melta gun on the cockpit, unleashing a point blank shot of purple energy straight into it, melting through the strong glasslike covering as he cooked the pilot inside. The Prism listed to its left before colliding with the collapsing building, Hasou rolling off as it was crushed beneath the rubble. Only now, did he seek cover, his duty complete.

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Major Hurze fought hard against the exarch, he had served in the guard before cominng to this world, hired to help train the PDF. His chainsword met with the exarchs and he thanked the Emperor for the Governours liberal use of rejuvenants among the PDF's officers. But he was losing. The Eldar Exarch flowed like water around his attacks as they dueled, the Major just barely managing to hold his own as his men were cut down around him. Arash and his marines were being pinned down, unable to come to the ODF's aid... until Sergeant Mar'sua cut in. 

The Veteran Firedrake terminators arrived just in time, their armour and force fields shrugging of the withering fire of anti personnel and even several heavier rounds easily. The Veteran Sergeant shouted litanites of hate as his thunder hammer smashed into one the striking scorpions helmets, causing hallf the helmet to explode in a shower of energy, shards of armor and blood. The Terminators focused fire on the scorpions, hoping to push them back away from the salamnders line.