[color=f7941d]"I swear every last one of ..."[/color] She was now cursing in some weird way as the astartes decided to go full suicide charge on the orcs. There wasn't much she could at hte first moment after the chaos caused by the orks just moments ago, she needed the precious few seconds to recover from the shocks her body withstood even with her armor. She didn't possess the near insanity inducing zeal of the sisters, the hardiness of the astartes or the like. She was an engineer who just survived through luck and sheer tenacity. As the apothecary pulled the attention towards himself, Vala shook her head amd readied her weapon. The rocket luncher wasn't a weapon she was used to operate. It was simple yes, but she had not the certainty to hit. In return though the time gotten by the earlier barrage was more than enough for her weapon to cool down and be ready for another full shot.

[color=f7941d] "WHAGGHHH this, you chuck of mold."[/color] Vala growled as she aimed at the Nob's upper torso right center at location just under his chin. Three superheated beams shot, followed by a fourth a few miliseconds later. The sudden flash turned into a massive searing constant beam that found it's mark true. He was armored? So what, this thing was build to take down foes like that. She had it with people underestimating her in the past. She may not be the strongest, but her devices delivered all the punch she needed.