Fellwalker was not amused by the actions of the foul Xenos which stood before him. It dared to attack him, to defile his sacred armour which had been a chapter honour since the Horus Heresy. Fellwalker was now well and truly seeing red, nothing was going to stop him from utterly destroying this Krootoid and all of it's wretched kind in the name of the Emperor. Turning aside the alien's primitive blade with deadly ease, he roared with primal anger at his foe, slicing and cutting all the while, allowing centuries of pent up rage to show itself in it's true and terrible form.

He cleaved huge, bloody, swathes through the leathery hide of the champion, allowing it's hot blood to splash across his weapon and across his helmeted face. Had he not been a loyal Imperial subject, someone could have perhaps mistaken him for a Khorne Berzerker such was he sheer utter savagery in this assault. Everywhere he lashed out at, the sound akin to that of a chainsaw through meat could be heard alongside the subtle crunching and grinding of bones being turned into nothing but powder. 

“DIE!” He screamed at the very top of his lungs, placing all his effort into a final swing, which he hoped would cause such massive trauma as to outright slay the alien. The sword fell with strength unknown to any save for those beings terrible enough to behold, cleaving a horrific rending cut through the chest of the champion Kroot. The creature gave a shrieked cry of agony while its blood was left to spray from the massive open wounds it now possessed. Yet it still stood, living, mocking the Space Shark.