[@Necroes][@Sophrus]

A kind of grunty, huffy sound that might have come from a large animal drew Xepherial out of his shock at himself, and he quickly turned his head to see the ork that had appeared far down the corridor to his right. He recognized the xeno witch from before, the one that had conjured up a wicked blast of energy in the previous battle that nearly killed him. How had he gotten here so rapidly?! There wasn't even time to ask this question as the imminent danger became apparent. The ork witch was clearly angry and Xepherial knew the look of an enemy drawing his weapon...

"GET DOWN!" He ordered as a ball of warpfire manifested from the creature's face and grew into something a collosal dragon would have breathed. As it rushed down the inescapable long hall, Xepherial knew he had only one option. He ducked and rapidly forced himself inside Oskar's cell, barely fitting as his body somehow knew to contort itself as a desperate measure. His metallic bulk fell on top of the imprisoned guardsman, Oskar, who would have been utterly crushed had Xepherial not caught himself on his hands on either side of the man. Heat and daemonflame burst inside of the room as the door behind them and much of the wall both melted and vaporized in the sorcery as the fireball passed. Human screams jolted the air around them as the other prisoners were instantly badly burned, unable to benefit from Xepherial acting as their shield. Many were killed in their cells down the entire deck until the fireball fizzled out before it could breech the hull itself. 

Everything that could burn was on fire. Alarms blared loudly at this point, pipes were severed, billowing steam, oil, and toxic waste into the brigg. If the crew hadn't known something was up, they did now. Before Urgrugg knew it, a large shape marched out of the smoke and he was kicked over onto his back by a big, black foot. Xepherial pinned him against the floor. The perfectly round barrel of a muzzle came into focus between the ork's eyes, a clear signal that he was living his last conscious moments. 

The instant of fear passed as acceptance of death set in for the ork, yet the moment tarried like some kind of psychological torture. Xepherial was hesitating. This ork... he was lying on the ground, dying, no... Xepherial himself had been lying on the ground, dying... and this was the creature that had lifted him up and out of the fire, away from thousands of bloody Tyranid maggots that wanted to swarm his guts. He... he couldn't kill him. What kind of tratorious heresy had come over him?! Everything he had ever learned, everything loyal in his body demanded that he pull the trigger, yet he was at a moral impasse. In fury, the Dark Angel roared at Urgugg and the bolter fired at point blank range... One round wasted. The Angel had shot the floor instead. 

Sickened and furious, and deliberating over his sanity, Xepherial stormed away from the ork and looked to see if Oskar was still there.