As the first few Orks crashed through the underbrush, Kyros smiled. 

After the crash,he had been the first one on his feet and had silently crept into the forest, preparing himself for the attack that was sure to come. He had not bothered checked on his fellow Astartes, trusting in their holy armor and genetic upgrades to see them through any damages they may have sustained. He had not bothered to check on the Guardsmen for lack of care, he did not see them as an asset, but as a liability. 

He watched from his perch in a nearby tree as the surviving team members drug themselves from the wreckage and began regrouping. He shook his head in befuddlement when the Space Wolf sprayed the brush with his assault cannon. Under his helm, lip curled with contempt, he thought "They think themselves the Emperors most fearsome hunters? I will show them how a true predator kills!" 

He watched as the Greenskins entered the clearing, a few falling to gunfire from the other survivors. As a group of 5 stomped below his positions he silently sprung into action. Leaping from the tree he let the bulk of his power armour slay the first as he landed on top of the rear Ork, armored boots reducing skull and collarbone to a wet paste. Flexing his hand his lightning claw flared to life, deadly electricity cracking between blades. As the other Orks slowly realized the menacing presence behind them, Kyros sprung forward. 

Once a Shark had tasted blood, there is no stopping the frenzy. Kyros smiled again.