Ragnvald was seething from being jammed into a container in full power armor. There was not enough room in the container and he had been forced to remain still for the better part of ten minutes while the transport touched down in the Governor's fortress. The Son of Russ burst from his prison without a second thought as the ramp lowered and fired up his jump pack to see that he had enough fuel for only three more jumps. 

His new battle brothers had already started to open fire on the meager amount of guards which to the Space Wolf seemed like a waste of ammunition. He let out a bestial howl as he charged past the other Astarte shoving Ferreus out of the way as he activated his pack and leap high into the air. He landed with a crunch on top of a fleeing guard who was crushed under the weight of the eight foot tall monster who went to attack another near by guard. Ragnvald tore through the guards with ease with his pair of lightning claws as las fire bouncing off his armor scorching the wolf pelt that adorned his armor. 

[color=00aeef]"That is enough talking now. If you don't hurry than there will be no glory left for the rest of you."[/color] Ragnvald told his brothers as he continued to cut down the remaining guards left near the transport.