This was not the most serious wound of Kairo’s long career. He hardly made a sound of discomfort as he threw off the attack and lunged his power-sword forward through the alien’s gut.
The sounds of battle were a magnet for more Orks though. As luck would have it, the half a dozen orks that poured into the room next were a part of the warboss’ retinue. Zed Gorzog and company, not that Kairo would have any clue who that was. The head Ork beat his boys into a frenzy as he cried out for battle. Small arms fired in a vain effort. Most of the small caliber shells bounced or embedded themselves in the outer skin of power-armor.