Mogh shook his head as the Guardswoman strode away. The Space Wolves were a proud Chapter, with a distinct lack of subtlety. Throwing themselves wildly against insurmountable odds was their way, ever since The Holy Primarch, Lord Leman Russ, had descended upon Prospero with just his personal guard and wiped out the entire of the Thousand Son Heretics there. If his primarch could do so against those who were trained to be the Emperor's Hammer and augmented with the powers of the false gods, then he had no right to back down from a mindless rabble of foul smelling greenskins. Although, he had achieved his objective of luring them to him, he looked around for a more defensible position for Two-Socks to chew the Orks to pieces. Running towards the Valkyrie, he ripped the side door off of it before looking up. Luckily the wing had snapped off in the crash, this meant that the Heavy Bolter in the door could easily fire into the trees from where the Orks were coming from. Picking up the door, he smashed it into the ground in front of him to build makeshift cover. Unfolding the legs of Two-Socks, he rested the Autocannon on the top of the cover before pulling out his bolt pistol. The Autocannon had been specially upgraded by Adeptus Mechanicus to have less recoil. He only needed to hold it two handed when moving with it, this meant that when hunkering down, he could keep a hand free. And that hand was for his trusty sidearm. He closed his eyes to pray for a second "Immortal God Emperor, who art with us always, may my weapons strike true and not fail your glory. Amen." he muttered.