"WWRAAGHHH! AARRHHH, SOD IT IT BURNZ! YOU GRETCHIN ARE USELESS; COVER MY ZOGGIN FLANKS!" Toof Dakka-Arms roared angrily as he flailed his overly-weaponized arms around, the bulky scrap armor on the right side of his upper torso and lower faceplate having been warped, bent and turned into molten, dripping metal for the most part that laid itself onto the scorched wound in the greenskin's chest, the pain adding all sorts of fury to the Ork's already ferocious temper as he glared back at the bunker and turning his attention away from the astartes.
"WHO SHOT DAT? OI SWEAR IMMA GONNA MAKE YOU EAT YOUR OWN BEAMY GUN, YOU GIT!"
"It's wounded. Take care of the remaining Ork vehicles while I finish this xeno off." Sounded Adrianne's voice from behind the bunker as the Psyker came walking forward, grabbing her staff with both of her hands and pulling the lower sheath off; letting the blade of her two handed power-sword become visible as it crackled to life, sparks dancing across the length of the blade in a haunting, purple light.
Behind her mask, Adrianne was grinning.
Though she was often relegated to the back or to be a mere support element, there was nothing the Psyker relished more than close quarter combat. Much like channeling her abilities, the feeling of a good melee was exhilarating and a stark contrast to her usual role, and when she mixed the two of them, it was outright joyous!
Stepping over the cover of the ruined bunker, Adrianne would place both her hands on the elongated handle of her power sword and hold the blade sideways, as if ready to strike. The Nob, Toof Dakka-Arms, would see the feminine figure of the Psyker appear in the open some 40ft ahead, before letting out a hearty laugh, and aiming his triple guns at her.
"YA SHUDDN'T 'AV DONE THAT YA STOOPID GIT, CUZ NOW YOOO GET THE DAKK,- AUUGRH!"
Toof barely got to finish before the Psyker in the distance would disappear into thin air in a brief, purple flash; before he could feel a burning, stinging sensation in his side as Adrianne had just appeared next to him before he could even blink! Her large, two-handed power sword having just sliced deep into his side, piercing and burning his metal armor and carving through inches of sinewy, green flesh! He let out a pained groan of confusion, just as Adrianne turned her blade, this time bringing it back in a cutting motion towards the side of the Orc's left leg!, where she cut through the cybernetic armor and severing cables and fleshy tendons alike! Hydraulic fluid, green fungus oil and dark green ork blood suddenly spluttered everywhere from his leg, the leg motor failing and causing the Ork to fall to his knees under the weight of his own armor and weapons.
"Zoggin' weird-humie git... !"
Adrianne thought of the irony of the whole situation.
Of all the Greenskin in the area, she considered this Nob to be the least threatening of them all. His strength, though impressive, was weighed down by the sheer ludicrous amount of armor that the beast carried, rendering him slow and cumbersome, even by Ork standards. And his weaponry, although it might have the power to level a small building and suppress an entire platoon if he was given some space, they mattered little against an opponent that did not care about the limitations of physical space. In this fight, the Nob's very own toys became his worst enemy.
At least a lightly encumbered Ork boy might get a hit in against her thanks to its greater speed. This Nob, however, was little more than a sitting duck.
Adrianne felt that she barely had to channel her power of divination at all to see the Ork's next move, as the Nob, infuriated, turned its head to roar at her in anger like a frenzied animal; but Adrianne would simply be there waiting for him with her power sword ready to strike; pushing the power sword cleanly into the opening in the Ork's armor left by Vala the moment the Ork's pig-like face came to face her, a motion she followed with an upward cut that went up through the Ork's muscled and scarred chest, continuing through his throat and up to finally split the Ork's face open in a single, searing cut!
As his flamer sputtered and triple shootas fired off a final, random salvo into the rain soaked ground in a death twitch, the Ork fell back into the mud with a splash, dead as stone and upper body opened and splayed out for the rainy sky above.
