Alexander Atreides wasted no time in tailing the Warpsmith into the tunnels, noting their rather unkind layout. Multiple offshoots, all of which would rather easily be an ambush if one did not tread with care. Such a thing he did not expect the others to even remotely begin to be able to approach with any sort of dignity or success. So he moved around the slow moving, lumbering mess of bionics and flesh to move ahead, rifle at the ready in case he indeed found any sort of trouble, and what happened he did not quite expect to happen again in his personal experiences. It was always a strange thing when two forces slip past one another, without ever being aware of the other, a strange thing he would rather not have had happen again in his lifetime.

The Warpsmith, for lack of better terminology, was getting his bionic arse handed to him. Fancy warp powers and bionics didn't seem to help much, now did they? Atreides would keep his rifle and skill over all that fancy tech and sorcery, thank you very much. Raising his rifle, he took careful aim and put his first shot in the skull of the nearest of the two Skitarii forces, which hit and looked like it did damage, but for all it mattered, Atreides couldn't see much damage having been done from the shot. Stubborn, durable creatures they seemed to be, and his second round caught the same Skitarii in the arm, and now they finally deigned to realize he was indeed firing on them from his vantage position. Not like they could really do much, they were engaged in melee by other foes, which provided them no cover.

The one Skitarii fell to the ground, finally dead, and Atreides turned to fire on the other one, round also finding its mark and hitting the skitarii cleanly as well, causing damage and creating an opening that allowed the servitor to finally bring the final one down. The Warpsmith had nearly died, which was a shame, since he had to share the loot from the dead Skitarii now. So that made it a three way split instead of a two way one, as he reloaded his rifle and stored the empty magazine for later reloading, he stalked over to the corpse, listening and simply nodding his agreement with moving the bodies for later. The eyes looked useful, but beyond that and a combi tool he snagged, there was little that did the sniper any good to try and lay claim to personally.