Kazhaniv slipped into the transport facility through an odd corner. He felt rather lost, unsure how to rescue Evan and his battle-brothers.
After all, technical expertise was hardly his strong suit.
His first instinct was still to simply cut down every enemy, but after 0.1 seconds of thought, he decided to find the power conduits and cut off their energy supply.
Then... unsurprisingly, he got lost.
He returned to his starting point and began cutting his way forward. This time, he figured that wherever the defenses were strongest was probably a vital location.
Guided by that belief, Kazhaniv began his slaughter in the narrow corridors.
"Lord Evil Soul! A Space Marine in Cataphractii-pattern armour has appeared inside the ship! He's killed... the floor is covered in bodies..."
???
Evil Soul was baffled. How had someone gotten into the corridors? And wearing Cataphractii Terminator Armour, at that? Was this some kind of joke?
He considered the possibility of a coup among his subordinates. After all, this had been a humiliating retreat.
"Take your troops and hold the corridors. I'll come down once I've checked the situation above."
Evil Soul issued his orders, but instead of heading toward Evan, he went to his private armory.
By now, the transport device was already far above the ground. Falling from this height meant certain death, no matter what armour anyone wore.
Yet the XV139 Supreme Psyker Dreadnought below was still firing relentlessly. T'au weapons certainly had range.
The weapons mounted on its back could even hit Transport Ships in Low Earth Orbit.
Mad Wolf raced through the corridors. He had no interest in pretending to be slow anymore. His heavy Cataphractii Terminator Armour burst into motion at speeds utterly unsuited to it, and its tremendous mass meant Kazhaniv hardly needed to bother with his