Azus Dracates grimly smirked under his helmet as the autocannon rounds shredded two of the Imperial Stormtroopers, causing them to drop the plasma cannon and disabling the primary threat that the weapon posed. Of course, well trained and organized as they were, they were quick to spot the muzzle of the autocannon, having traced the rounds and flashes that the weapon had produced, the flash of each round of hurtling death was not subtle in any real way, shape, or form. Of course, he was unfazed by the few rounds that spattered by pathetically, nowhere near him even with their advanced equipment. He could pick up the pounding of more heavy boots, probably trying to bring the autocannon up to bear next, and more of their battle cant. Smart they didn't turn the corner though, that would have exposed more men to this autocannon. But, what they didn't seem to consider was that he was also carrying a means of striking out that far, and he primed one of his legion fragmentation grenades, and lobbed it into the corridor the footfalls came from, the explosion carrying the roar of of the explosive force and shrapnel that such weapons carried.

While Dracates couldn't be certain on casualties, from the sounds of things, he had disabled or outright killed two of them, from the count of voices dropping. But he knew hew as exposed now, and his cloak would no longer be of use at the moment. But, he was not going to get away from this fight unscathed, as fate would decree. As the stormtroopers fired again, two of them once again had their shots fall wide, the movement of the traitor marine failing to avoid the last round, which seared through his power armor and he could feel the round burn into his left thigh, which made him growl as the stormtroopers fled, turning the corner which, he noted, was opposite of the way they had came into, with two more members than before the autocannon fire had claimed them. If he had the know how, he could have perhaps turned the plasma cannon against them, but it was not of any Legion make, which was not even remotely surprising, so he didn't even consider the weapon. Besides, his autocannon and remaining weapons would suffice, but he would have to think on this situation. He crouched by some rubble, checking his ammo and gear while musing on the situation. They had weapons capable of punching through even his armor, but he knew their tactics, the autocannon would be to the rear, while the remaining men aimed down in a crossfire with the three across the way. He couldn't focus fire one without the other managing to bring most likely lethal weapon fire to bear on him, a most annoying situation, but credit was due to the Tactica Imperialis in this case, it would serve them well.

Dracates had to do something, so he knew precisely what he was going to do. He skulked forward and turned to the autocannon team and the other two there, the three hellguns behind him blocked by the wall. Sure enough, while the autocannon fire and bolt pistol failed to hit him at all, the hellgun was accurate once again, like the previous one. He felt his armor and own stubborn toughness stop one shot, his other arm and chest burned from more rounds punching through his armor, but now, well, now it was his turn to retaliate. He raised his arm, pushing the warp through his arm far higher than he could have normally, and safely, managed to use normally, and roared, the Doombolt roaring from his arm, and the backlash was immediately apparent. His roar was cut off, and he vanished for all intents and purposes, the warp claiming his place in time for a while, although to the senses of the Alpha Legionnaire, such things were painful and maddening, and he would suffer for this transition, even as he schemed still to take advantage of wherever this happened to dump him, when it finally ended.