Ninke hadn't stopped firing. Even as rokkit's poured onto the barricade's and orks rushed forward guns blazing, a hail of bullets heralding their charge she did not let go of the trigger on Commisar Jarack's plasma pistol. By now most of the Guardsmen who had followed her were dead, the ones that weren't had run out of ammo by now and were down to their sidearms or scavenging from nearby corpses. The majority of the Guardsmen at the breach were of a regiment Ninke hadn't seen before, their dull grey fatigues underneath the drab olive heavy flak armor were certainly more suited for camouflage than her cream colored armor and fatigues and ochre poncho. Though, by now her colors were quite different have covered in the crimson blood of her or other guardsmen and half covered in the filthy black xenos blood the orks had. It made for a strange combination but did serve to camouflage her better than before, if in the most macabre way imaginable.

She had no idea when it had actually happened. Time felt so fluid, and everything was so overwhelmingly terrifying her memory was really worthless for anything but pulling the trigger of the scaldingly hot plasma pistol. Regardless of when it had happened at some point after the ork Nob had almost bisected her her leg had felt... off. Then, without warning, she fell on to her back, not because of a bullet or explosion... as she looked down her foot had broken. Well, no that wasn't strictly speaking true, the ork had taken a massive chunk of her lower leg and some of her upper leg and she was pretty sure that you could see he ankle bone. It appeared that with all the weight on it and no muscle or flesh it had simply snapped off and was now a few inches away from the leg it had been attached to. A quick shooting pain hit her and she grunted loudly as white filled her eyes for a few fleeting moments before she was back and firing at the wall of Greenskins. 

Her brain had simply shut off the pain, there was so much it just wasn't relevant anymore. Radiation burns up her right arm, on her face, a broken off foot and the fact a great bleeding gash WAS her left leg it was all just too much. Now all she could do was fire, and it wasn't long before she ran out again. The plasma cartridge ran dry she popped it out, and just as she was slamming her last one home into the pistol and scalding her face again a Guardsmen appeared in front of her. He was in the dull grey fatigues most of the Guardsmen at this breach seemed to be wearing, and he was yelling at her about the IFAK the medics had taken from her back in the medicaid. She tried to say that but was then ordered to keep shooting, so she obliged as the world started to go fuzzy from her bloodloss. He slammed his pistol into her chest eliciting a pitiful grunt from her as she looked down at the fully loaded laspistol getting the message. The sting of the coagulant on her wound and the numbness from the constricting tourniquet around her leg made a strange combination as he treated her ruined leg, before he quickly stood and reloaded some sort of slug weapon. It was around this time that Ninke burned through the last bit of her plasma cartridge. She holstered the artful pistol, not wanting to let important hardware rot on the ground, and took up her saviours laspistol. 

He heaved her up with him, putting his shoulder underneath her half-an-arm and alowing her to stand up on her remaining foot. He shouted something about the Raiders or something... hard to hear over the cacophony of war. Before the two was the bloddy melee the breach had turned into as the orks all tried to rush in at the same time tripping on comrades, or being impaled or cut down by Guardsmen, just about all of whom were down to their sidearms, looted weapons or bayonets and knives. Ninke made certain the Laspistol was powered to half-way to the maximum before firing as anything less would do virtually nothing. As she fired, las-round after las-round into the beasts she attempted a rallying cry of her own, [color=f49ac2]"For the Emperor... we will hold the line..."[/color], she groaned as loud as she could... this was not the end she was sure... the Emperor had their back, they just had to keep fighting a little bit longer.