Dominous groaned audibly as the crude bladed weapon found purchase through his armor. Clearly, he compromised his position when he diverted his attention from combat to extract the fallen brother's spirit- but he'd be damned if the filth laid a hand upon his sacred charge. As the sudden wave of pain subsided, Dominous recoiled slightly as he brought the barrel of his bolt pistol to bear, firing off two rounds into the avian xeno.

The first round struck, the bolt round igniting and tearing the flesh of the creature's chest as viscera sprayed across the ground. Even now, Dominous was ever conscious of position in combat- his body positioned between the kroot and the fallen Wolf, though taking a moment to enjoy his handiwork as the creature let out a shrill cry in response to the assault. However, he noticed the creature still stood it's ground, causing the man's visage to dull once more beneath his helm as he fired a second round into the creature. This bolt found it's home right between the creatures eyes, boring deep into the skull before igniting it's charge and rending the flesh and skull of the creature as it's bones fragments erupted out like shrapnel. Knowinlgy, the Dark Angel stepped forward, his pistol still smoking from his prior assault.

"You shall not feast upon our kind today, Xeno," His knowledge of the mercenary-natured alien was enough to know of their  habit of consuming their prey. There would be no blasphemous consumption of the flesh of man for this creature, "Fall before a Son of The Lion!"