Felix was inspired once more when the second wave finally appeared. The grenade barrage hadn't been quite enough to break the Ork charge, and things were looking awfully grim until he heard the obnoxious cries of their allies. He sighed with relief, and all of Lord Strathcona's Raiders cheered as the Brontians and Xenonians rushed the breach. The heavy weapons teams continued to pour fire into the breach until the second wave was very nearly under fire themselves, and only then did they commence another redeployment, the machine-gunners rushing forward while the mortarmen and recoilless rifle operators followed more slowly, looking for convenient positions that would keep them out of the line of fire. As the heavy stubbers approached the front lines, Iceman realized that they were all going to need to move forward if they wanted to keep the Brontians and the Xenonians in the fight. Not seeing anyone else inclined to motivate those around them, he hopped up and started barking orders.

"Stubbers on the Chimeras! Stubbers on the Chimeras! Get them moving forward!" he bellowed over the din of combat, motioning the machine gun crews to get on top of the armoured personnel carriers and provide supporting fire from there. "Raiders! Forward!" he added a little louder, getting his section of the line out of cover and moving forward once more. The Brontians that had just run past their defensive line were firmly stuck-in now and the Orks were trying to push back. They were going to need to break up the Orks not currently in combat to have any hope of breaking through into the hive proper. So when the Chimeras didn't start moving with the rest of the troops, Corporal Hazard took things into his own hands, and clambered onto the thing under the cover of heavy stubbers with fresh barrels.

Tearing open the driver's hatch, he smacked the man inside on the helmet and then gestured wildly toward the greenskin horde. "Forward, fucker! Keep the pressure on! We're going to fuckin' win this! Tell the other fuck, too! Let's go! Forward!" he screamed as wildly as he gestured, and then quickly slammed the hatch and locked it back up before hopping off and rushing back to his comrades. The rest of the line seemed to be moving now, as well, so it was just a matter of keeping the Orks that weren't getting killed, from rallying in any way that might stop their counter-charge. Charging up his plasma gun, the grenadier did his best to inspire his section-mates by blazing holes in the press of Orks, and he just hoped that things were actually going as well as they seemed like they might be. The Brontians in front of them were certainly adept with their massive knives and bayonets, and the occasional burst of flames was certainly helping.

The real problem, of course, was the fact that it was a lot harder to shoot Orks when your allies were in the way. Thankfully, mortars didn't need line of sight, and most of the heavier weapons were now moving forward on top of the remaining Chimeras. The only way they were going to break through the gap was with weight of fire. Once the Brontians and Xenonians got tired, they were going to have a hell of a time trying to back off if the Orks weren't all dead yet...