Three hours at the controls of a quad heavy bolter turret, with auxiliary launcher systems, tends to give man perspective. Not the right one, mind you, considering he knew how proper dangerous an Ork horde could be. Then again, sitting perched up on a wall, well and truly out of reach of all but their longest reaching weapons, tends to put just about anyone to the size of an ant, another very dangerous way to see thins. He had been sweeping along the center to left, leaving the right and that half of center to the other manned turret and other member of the retinue. He had enough to worry about, as he checked the links of the ammo crates leading into the heavy bolters themselves, considering it seemed the greenskins intended to push towards his side, again. Particurally ragtag group, this one, if the optics could be trusted, seemed they were running out of shit to throw at the walls for now. They'd regroup, of course, but this was a stalling tactic, minimize the amount of attrition suffered in exchange for maximum damage towards the Ork ranks.

[color=598527]"Probing force, far left. Another test of weapon traverse, engaging."[/color] As if punctuating his sentence, the heavy bolters opened up, roaring out a torrent of .998 caliber high explosive bolts right into the ranks of Orks charging and moving with the rag tag looking vehicle. He knew better at this point, despite appearances, the things could weather a rather impressive volume of fire at the worst of times. Keying the launchers, the staccato thuds, near lost in the chattering heavy bolters, sent a screen of krak grenades out as well. Quite a few missed their marks, due to the nature of firing precision weapons in such a manner like this, and as far as the Krieger was concerned? Ordnance as as much precision as it was raw power. Volume of fire had its place though, and considering the rapidly shredded ranks of Orks and the countless vehicles and corpses strewn about the area before the wall? It had been used to a very effective sense.

His methodology and focus had done precisely what was ordered, coupled with the methods of the Arbites watching the other half, the Orks retreating en mass. Normally, this would be the time for a breakout assault and continue the momentum against the breaking forces, but considering what was seen thus far? There were not enough forces here to maintain such a breakout action, so the respite would have to do before the Orks rallied and came again. Emperor willing, that would be enough time to be ready for the next attack. However, with that done, he heard a rather disconcerting clunk as one of the heavy bolters stopped firing. Glancing at the weapon, sure enough, it was jammed, but spotting several tech priests as he stopped manning the heavy weapon position, waving them over. [color=598527]"Jammed heavy weapon position, maintenance required. I am required elsewhere."[/color] With that, he unslung his Type XIV (Heavy) before marching his way back towards the command post, leaving the heavy weapon position for the techpriests and other guardsmen to do with as they saw fit.

Arriving back at the command post, Ansgar noted the fact that the psyker was coated in blood. Apparently moving debris resulted in copious amounts of blood, raising an eyebrow beneath his rebreather and helmet, briefly before returning back to his normal expression, not that any of this was apparent beneath the rebreather. [color=598527]"Ma'am, you might want to at least rinse the blood out of the clothes, or at least your hair at the next opportunity. Getting caked blood out of both is not a pleasant experience."[/color] How he knew both of these things, well, story time for another day, as he turned to the Celestian and offered a curt salute before reporting. [color=598527]"Orks repelled and suppressed for now, ma'am, Arbitrator should be along presently. Ready for next assignment."[/color] The sight of the Angel of Death was getting an abnormally low amount of attention from the Krieger, but considering his past experiences, it was hardly surprising.