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[Armoured Priest]

Oberga began traversing the ceiling now heading over to a postion over the invading combatants. With sounds of popping joints, Oberga's head craned backwards to look down. He looked for anyone who looked like they were in charge or holding a weapon of any importance.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (80)

[Prosperan Son]

Amidst a small group of at least five invaders, one of the suited attackers was brandishing a chainsword in hand,firing away at the Mandori's men with a laspistol in his other hand. He was shouting orders, in whatever passed for this world's harsh language.

[Armoured Priest]

The twisted smile on the draconic gasmask became wider as he spotted his target. With one swift motion, Oberga let go of the ceiling and drew out the two chainswords as he fell, aiming to land squarely on the man's head with his boots.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 93 (93)

[Prosperan Son]

The man looked up at the last minute, about to swing with his own blade but was to late. His body crushed underneath Oberga's. The men around him quickly turned around at the sound, bringing their bayoneted weapons to bare.

[Armoured Priest]

Standing over the twitching headless corpse of the man he landed on, his head snapped up unaturally quick to look at them"The warp comes for you!" Oberga roared before he lashed out with the chainswords at the mortals around him.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 86 (86)

[Prosperan Son]

The chainsword disembowels two of the invaders in one sleep, both men falling to the ground, clutching at their spilled intestines. Horrified, another of them spears forward with his bayoneted gun, aiming for Kombuse's throat.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 66 (66)

[Armoured Priest]

With an annoyed growl, Oberga goes to swipe the gun away from him while he swings the other chainswords at the one that had tried to skewer him on his bayonet.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78)

[Prosperan Son]

The blade swipes across the man's chest, tearing through bone and flesh, grinding it to paste in seconds. The man falls to the ground, dead as soon as he hits the ground.

The volume of fire has started to dwindle down, not just inside of the cafeteria, but seemingly the entirety of the base itself. The sounds of gun and lasfire decreasing.

[Armoured Priest]

If Oberga noticed the dwindling sound of combat around him, he gave no sign of it. He swinged the gore encrusted blades at the other attacker now with savage glee, wanting to butcher them and move on to more.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 85 (85)

[Prosperan Son]

Another soldier was cleaved in two in the wake of Oberga's bloodlust. Soon the men in the room were fleeing back towards the wall, firing as they retreated to keep the gangers at bay.

"Follow them!"Mugiar shouted, loading a fresh clip into his pistol. " That's the hallway that leads towards the Mandori's chambers!"

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga gave a distorted roar before he charges to catch up with his fleeing prey. He pulls out his bolt pistol and fires back at the combatants as he rushes forth, laying down his own suppressive fire down on them in return.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 91 (91)

[Prosperan Son]

A man cries as a bolt round smashes into his thigh, tearing out a huge chunk that saw him fall to the ground, gushing blood. In return, three men fell to their knees, guns raised for better aim and opened fire to cover for their men.

A lasround slams into Oberga's shoulder, the pain searing.

[Armoured Priest]

As the las bolt burned into his shoulder, Oberga gave a gruttal bark of anger as dips to pick up the fallen ganger by his spine, his fingers now elongated talons, digging through the flesh and sinew as his hand wraps around the column for a grip, and bring the screaming man up to use as a living meatshield to rush forward once more to break up their cohesion.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 100 (100)

[Prosperan Son]

The man screamed out in agony as he was used as a living wall. His cries of pain were cut short after the fourth lasround punctured his neck. The invaders continued on, fleeing as fast as they could with a mad daemon at their heels.

[Prosperan Son]

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[Armoured Priest]

"Don't run you damn cowards! You want Khorne's flesh hounds after you?!" Oberga roared as he pressed on to close the distance with a limp meatshield in one hand and a growling chainsword in the other.

[Prosperan Son]

A large explosion suddenly went off in the middle of the hallway, right in front of Mugiar and Oberga, the blast force of the hidden demolition charge sending both off their feet and four meters back.

The way ahead lay collapsed by rubble and fire, two of the invaders limbs could be seen within the rubble, signifying their gruesome end.

[Armoured Priest]

Oberga struggled back on to his feet with grunts of effort. With his balance back he looked and growled with fustration, the way now blocked by the rubble and ruins. He looked over to Mugiar. "Suggestions?" He said to him, waving at the obstacle before them.