It would prove true, also, that even doing everything right might not save them, especially for such an ill-fated group of marines. As Naffkop came forward, Brother Lucius took the Ork by the head, drawing his blade deep into what would be the Ork’s neck. Blood spurt, but as the pain fed to his tiny brain he’d give a howl and lunge his blade upwards with such force that it broke through the seams in the armor. The marine slumped forward almost instantly as the blade ruptured his hearts.