[u]Castor Marinos[/u]

Just as he'd hoped, Castor's subordinates had visited righteous wrath upon the Greenskins, claiming the lives of some whilst grievously injuring others. Even the Psyker had managed to display some measure of control over his arcane devilry, loosing fell lightning upon the Orks. Unfortunately, two of the Guardsmen under his command had failed to exit the Chimera with sufficient haste, and their lives were thus claimed by a stray Stikkbomb. While there was little Sergeant Marinos could do to reverse this loss of life, the Janissary thought it only rightful to offer up a prayer in honour of their passing.

[i]Loyal adherents of the Emperor, may His blessings be upon you. Thou shalt serve the Master of Mankind among your fellows no longer, yet do not despair, for you are to be welcomed into his arms in the realm beyond. Rest well.[/i]

Barely an instant had passed by the time Castor had completed his unspoken eulogy, yet two complications had already arisen. The first, while certainly bizarre, was of little consequence. It seems the Psyker's power had resulted in a minor defilement of reality, causing blood to seep from the holes - left mostly by stray Ripper rounds and Bolter Shells - in the trench walls. As for the second, it was a far more pressing concern. From the corner of his eye, Castor caught sight of a fresh pack of Orks, much greater in number than the last. However, for reasons beyond his understanding, they proved remarkably difficult to keep track of, preventing Castor from lining up a proper shot. Thankfully, an extended volley of fire from Hesiod served to bring them into prominence somewhat, allowing the Janissary to take proper action.

Unhooking a frag grenade from his belt, Castor made the proper preparations, and promptly tossed it at the mass of oddly elusive Greenskins.

"Ignite the furnace of His wrath, and visit explosive fury upon His foes!"