Catalin's chainsword howled through another ork's chest, spraying black-green ichor across the ferrocrete.
> "Cover me!" he shouted, voice cracking over the vox.
Silvius and Daniel stepped forward without hesitation — two disciplined giants laying down a storm of fire. Bolter shells tore through the air, detonating among the oncoming xenos.
Catalin slung his plasma repeater onto his mag-clamp and broke into a sprint. He moved like a living projectile — three meters of ceramite and fury, faster than any mortal machine. The ground cracked under his boots.
The ork barricade loomed ahead, a heap of scrap metal, sandbags, and rusted armor plates. He slammed into it shoulder-first — and it exploded outward like paper, sending debris and shrieking orks flying.
The shockwave scattered the greenskins behind it. Catalin didn't slow. His chainsword screamed to life, a golden blur in the dust. The first ork he reached barely had time to roar before Catalin tore its leg off at the knee. He grabbed the flailing body by the torso, swung it overhead, and hurled it into another ork, bones snapping under the impact.
One leapt at him with a cleaver; Catalin met it with his power fist, smashing down in a burst of blue lightning that shattered bone and armor alike. The air stank of ozone and blood.
> "Emperor's fury!" Daniel's voice roared from behind as heavy bolter shells tore into the flank of the horde.
"Push! Push!"
Catalin advanced again — one hand crushing, the other cutting.
A boy tried to flank him; his chainsword caught the creature mid-charge, carving through its torso in a single brutal arc. Another came from the right, shrieking — Catalin slammed his shoulder into it, breaking ribs with the impact, and stepped through the dying body to meet the next.
On his left, Silvius and Daniel advanced two paces, keeping formation.
Their fire was precise, surgical. The orks dropped in heaps, their charge collapsing under disciplined fury.
Catalin ducked under a choppa swing, his armor scraping sparks against a rusted wall. He caught the attacker by the throat with his power fist, servos whining as the xeno's neck crushed like clay. Holding the twitching corpse in front of him, he used it as a living shield, shrugging off the incoming fire before hurling it aside and driving his sword through another greenskin's skull.