Aldaric's powersword seared through mandrake flesh and blades until eventually, as if sensing the futility, the half-demon abominations retreated back into the shadows from whence they came. A brief moment of quiet followed while the deathwatch killteam verified the area secure. Then , there was a rush of air and the return of the sounds of suffering. 

“You should not have come here, Mon'Keigh...” 

Aldaric the absolved angel was still fuming inside his armor. He replied in low tones, "Neither do the Deathwatch xeno, and you will learn what fools you were to attack the Imperium of Man." 

They passed the next few slave pens with little event. There was still no signal from Captain Roa and the Deathwatch battlecruiser. With a silent nod, his black helm dripping with mandrake blood, Aldaric signaled Viktar to take the lead around the next corner at the junction.

Without hesitation, Viktar moved up and chucked two grenades into the next room/cooridor before him. Damage rocked the ship with their explosions, and the Harbinger strode forward through the resultant choas into the next room, with his shield up, wreathed in flame that parted in his wake. The rest of the team was right behind him: Sirren, Draskal, Sorrow, Zaphiel, and Aldaric. Kurt was no longer on Aldaric's radar since he had stayed behind. They fanned out into the room, eager with bloodlust, at least for one of them it was literal, to slay every last enemy. 

What they found waiting for them int he next room was.... ???? (kill some characters?)