The orks, seeing the two nearest marines disoriented, were quick to charge forward in an attempt to dispatch their enemies in the most satisfying manner; by hand. Only two were down and the explosion and crumbling rock made the Apothecary spin and aim his bolt pistol with precision. He launched one bolt, then a second, until he saw the green-skin drop.

A second made it to Kairo as he was trying to regain his footing. With chopper in hand, he swung hoping to bury it square between the wings of the Captain’s helm. Unable to block with anything else, Kairo used his armored forearm. The axe, powered only by the unearthly strength of that sizable brute, sunk through ceremite, tore through the outer flesh of his arm and bit into his genetically hardened bone.