Ga'duk stared at the Chaos marine for several heartbeats debating if he would be able to cross the few feet between them and kill him before the bolter shells brought him down. It wasn't a real debate, the marine had already shot him once and his leg stayed attached only because the shell was a dud. His eyes tracked to Thorn for a moment and could see him still struggling with the other marine, he was in a stand off... No, not even a stand off he was at the mercy of a bloodthirsty crazed marine. He still tried to push himself up to stand and felt the pain and blood well up in his leg just as he felt a tickle of something press against the wound. 

He glanced over and stared at the Ork pushing his staff against the wound, he was puzzled for a moment not understanding what the Ork was doing. Then a lance of agony crept up his leg, as if every nerve was being set ablaze. Ga'duk's eyes went wide is fear, convinced that the Ork had just tried to kill him, but the pain launched up his body radiating from the leg into his torso and limbs. He slumped back with almost a childish whimper and curling into a ball, flexing and tightening his muscles in a desperate hope that raw strength could stop the assault on his body, with each flex it amplified the pain making the Ogryn roar in pain and fear, maybe chasing the magic in his body away by scaring it. It was a pitiful gesture made out of desperation, but it was short lived at the pain found its way up to his brain, He thrashed on the floor for a moment, bouncing his head off the metal floor before he fell limp darkness stealing his vision and mind. 

His breathing and heart slowed as his consciousness fled, and continued slowing as the magic coursed through him. The Ork's magic burned the nerves out, destroying the Ogryn's mind and body, a slight trickle of blood running from his ears the only sign that he was no longer whole and simply an empty shell of living meat destined to slowly waste away as his biology continued on without knowledge that he was already dead. 

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[s]Oskar ran down the corridor fleeing from a few hundred million tyrannid.. Well probably not that many but more than he could confidently burn to death. He had already lost his platoon, his company, and finally his squad. The bugs had ambushed them, attacking the middle of the column over and over again, splitting them into smaller units to be devoured. Oskar and his squad had been on point while the Storm Troopers where trying to join the Adepta Sororitas who had been bogged down by Chaos, Orks, Astartes, Ogryn and Tyrannids if the vox traffic was true.  The bugs had been picking the troopers off until Oskar sprinted through the corridors alone. The sound of battle echoing all around him, He could still hear his captain shouting defiantly at the horde and the sound of bolter and chainsword growing closer. 'Crazy fool' thought Oskar, He crossed a wide hallway with what appeared to be the hull of a ship jutting from the wall with Sisters of battle, chaos marines, and genestealers strewn about the floor. The battle that happened here had moved on, probably in the direction of the heavy bolter hammering away nearby. He spyed a trail of blood heading around a massive slap of steel in the middle of the corridor, "that's curious" he mumbled to himself the rest of the battle had gone in a different direction. Maybe he could find some rouge traders to hitch a ride with. 

He reached the door and heard some conflict going on, and definitely an Ogryn shouting. It wasn't Genestealers, he was sure, and that was good enough for him. He was about to pound on the door when he heard a growl behind him. "shit" Oskar said as he turned to see no more than a half dozen clawed genestealers. "Oh, 6? I can take six of yah bastards" he hefted his flamer to point down the hall. The genestealers charged into his range and Oskar smiled as a jet of burning promethium engulfed the creatures making them shriek. Oskar shouted maniacally at the dying creatures "BURN YAH BASTARDS BURN! BURN! HAHAHA" feeling joy and satisfaction with the flames roaring from their twitching bodies. He then turned and kicked the door hard with his armored boot, not wanting to be in the open with Genestealers on his heels for long. he kicked the door again hoping to draw the attention of someone inside. "IF YOU DONT OPEN UP ILL BLOW THIS DOOR DOWN AND LET THE TYRANNIDS EAT YAH!" he shouted. He still unslung the heavy melta bomb to make good on his threat if he needed to. [/s]