(Sky Razer, Blooded Primal Benet, Unit 63; Status: Flight Unit damaged.)
A blast ruptured the cover she was in as Benet had boosted from it. She had made a low pass and a Nob with a large chain-gun had fired on her from an elevated position. She'd avoid most of the fire but still took a few bursts to a wing stem. Flying at high elevations could possibly rupture the unit, something she didn't want to happen while it was still attached to her combat suit. Thankfully, the power core in the center of her back was still undamaged. She was forced to land after making a clearing and has been fighting enemies on all sides for several minutes now. She wasn't completely immobile though. Besides her incredible Valkyrian agility and reflexes, she could still use the remaining booster wing to boost her body along in bursts. Benet basically traded flying for hovering.
And on a battlefield surrounded by thousands of large Orks with a bloodlust matching any respectable Sky Razer's.
Fight for survival or a good death, Razer, her Ophinl responded.
"Outstanding..." Benet huffed and slid into a new cover. Leaning out, she fired several laser bolts that skewered cauterized holes in several Orks who thought to charge her. 'Shows them. Valkyrians came from under the planet and conquered the surface before mastering the skies and space. Clipping my wings merely puts me in more familiar and natural territory.
She dodged-rolled from her spot to avoid several grenades. Landing in a kneeling position, she aimed and fired bolt after bolt into any Orks who showed themselves. Hearing the alto-familiar cry of WAAAGH! behind her, she did a half turned and pointed the nozzle of her phosphorus thrower in the direction of a trio of Nobs with chainsaw… swords… chainswords(?). The weapons looked similar to some the Valkyrians had used hundreds of millennia ago. Ripley didn't hesitate to pull the trigger and the three Nobs, a force even a lone Adeptus Astartes would find troublesome, was engulfed. They writhed within the ash cloud for a few moments before their movements slowed to a stand-still.
A rocket launcher tore through the cloud and caught Benet by surprise. The missile was a direct impact and the explosive force sent her flying head over heels. Her body went into a roll before sliding backwards with her feet digging trenches. She raised her head, visor cracked, and under her helmet, she glared lasers at the area where that rocket came from. That had to have been a lucky hit since even she wasn't able to see through it all yet. She checked her armor and noticed that besides a small, scorched dent, her breast plate was relatively intact. Her physiology was already healing the internal injuries to her organs but she wasn't a Major so her healing would take a minute.
With a roar, she leveled her Cylia where she remembered the rocket came from and began firing with wild abandon. Her bolts burned through the cloud and impacted numerous Orks who were moving around. One happened to be the rocket launcher Ork. Benet saw a shadow by her own and boosted to the side just in time to avoid a downward chop from a Nob with a large chain sword. She boosted forward and leaped into a spinning back-kick that brutally tore his head from his shoulders.
She grabbed the chain sword and luck was on her side as it was of Imperium make, meaning that it didn't take a psychic gestalt force to use it. Holding it in a way so the handle wouldn't get caught against the nozzle of her phosphorus thrower, she clenched it and saw a small switch above the handle. Pressing it, it didn't activate until she held down on another handle in front of the handle of the sword itself.
VRRRRRRRRRR! VRRRRRRRR!
The beautiful yet archaic sound of a chainsaw graced her ears and she found herself taking a moment to admire the craftsmanship of the weapon. It was dented and scratched, no doubt from the rough, careless handling of the Nob she just killed, but it still roared like a mechanical demon. A dozen Orks came running at her and she leveled her laser rifle and began mowing them down with accurate fire. Three got within two meters and she decided to do some bonding with her new acquired tool.
She jumped backwards to avoid a blow and boosted back in, jumping to throw a flying knee to the attacker's face. It sent him flying backwards and while still in the air, she spun and landed a solid kick to a second one's chest, sending him back and launching her at the final Ork. Her chain sword's rotating adamantium teeth found a grip in the Ork's neck. The greenskin dropped its weapon to try and pull the one in his neck out. It was a brief test of brute strength between the six feet three inches Valkyrian and the seven feet tall Ork. Benet wasn't going to be denied this fresh kill and applied more strength, forcing the chainsaw to dig deep into the Ork's chest cavity. Flesh, bone, and scrap metal armor stood no chance and the Ork was losing strength rapidly. With a twisted grin, she put more weight into her saw and with a jerk, cut right through the Ork's upper body to exit out his side. The Ork still flayed around but she ended it with a curbstomp that pulped the beast's head.
With more cries of WAAAGH! coming from around her, Benet checked her phosphorus thrower's reserves and saw it at 0% capacity so she dismissed it into a bright light, vanishing it from her suit. Her anti-armor laser rifle's energy siphoned from her suit's power core so she didn't have to worry about that. Her left booster wing was offline and her right was at 90% integrity. Her armor was at 95% integrity as well. With a chuckle, she spotted the first of a swarm of Orks closing in on her. She brought her Cylia up and blew his head off.
"Once more into the fray I go..." she spoke to herself as she began walking towards the swarm. "... Into the last good fight I'll ever know." Her pace quickened into a sprint. "Live and Die on this day." Her full sprint was reached, achieving a speed around 80 mph. "... Live and Die on this day."
With a boost, she charged into the fray with all weapons active, her roar challenging the whole hoard approaching her.