The Sternguard was not at all impressed with the Space Wolf. If anything he was disappointed in the fact that the fool not only ignored common sense, but just kept on shooting despite the warnings from everyone. When the Guardswoman acknowledged him, he merely gave the woman a curt nod before the Wolf brought the Orks onto them. He took a step in front of her, his bulk easily covering the woman, and then fired off a few shots as the Orks converged on certain points.

Truly, he was not too concerned. A few Sluggas were nothing for an Astartes, much less a Deathwatch Squad. Beneath the helmet, a grin spread over his face as he downed them with ease, the Hellfire rounds destroying their meager protection. These were bullets meant to destroy Tyranids. Orks stood no chance. Much less these unfortunate saps that barely held usable equipment. A grin spread over his face as he became engrossed by the battle, beginning to actually move around, bullets from Slugga pistols either missing him by centimeters or plinking off the edges of his armor. Each round he fired, another Ork fell, the burst usually taking down the first and the one next to him.

He could hear one noisily coming up behind him. Spinning as quickly as his armor would allow, the Marine raised a foot to kick it in the chest. The Choppa it held dinked off his leg as the Ork fell back, and then the green bastard was aflame as the Marine's under-barrel suddenly shot a burst of fire onto the beast. "Such a change of pace from sneaking around Tyranids!" he said over the gunfire, letting out a laugh. As he turned once more, his eyes set upon the Marine that had fallen upon a group of Orks. The Marine ignored him, the man would be fine. Instead, he turned his gaze around, searching for the Guardswoman. She was part of his squad, but lacked what the rest of them had. She would need help. Besides, her regiment was a friend of the Zetas. He had a debt to repay.