Being closer than the rest to the sealed room, Urgrugg was able to make it in behind Zuriel. Much like the magi, Urgrugg was uncomfortable with the effects of the null field. As infused as he was with its energy, it took effort for him to even move while inside the room. This, of course, brought about a very unceremonious fall to the ground for the wounded tech-marine the ork had been carrying.

Taking a few small steps out of the way, Urgrugg simply leaned his back against the nearest wall before sinking to the ground. He watched as others spilled into the room, somewhat surprised to see more than just the four he'd expected to enter. The large-it looked like a human colored warboss, if he was being honest-holding the door open was earning a fair bit of respect for his effort. Though, why he felt it was necessary to hold the door open was anyones guess.

Now away from the powers of the warp, he felt his orkish biology quickly taking hold. Responding to the damage he'd taken, his body was trying to repair itself, not only the damage to his arm but also the perceived damage that was his daemonic mutations. As gone as he was, there was no hope of ever actually returning to what he was. However, his body would not listen to reason, so the only thing for it was to take advantage of the situation. With a firm grip and a small shout of effort, he rammed the bone of his severed arm into the stump under his shoulder. When he felt bone strike bone, he stopped pushing, but not before. It hurt like hell, and it was impossible to tell if it would even do him any good, but at the moment it was the only option available.