The sound of the crude grappling hook being launched would have ellicted a great deal of responses from less stoic men, irritation from veterans or terror or hopelessness from green troops. But for the Death Korp, the only proper response was to take it into account and continue issuing his orders. First, the sight of some crude force shield meant that continued barrages would range from ineffective to wasteful, after all, a handful of lives was not worth spending needless amounts of ordinance over. The Imperium produced far more bodies than it did munitions, so wasting munitions was frankly worse than wasting bodies. Despite the shield, damage had been considerably done, so he called it in as such. [color=598527]"Solid hits, fire effective. Halt further ordinance on my target pending further notice."[/color]

Next was relaying what was going on to the Valkyries, first the one hooked. [color=598527]"Make every and all efforts to break free and retreat, pilot, then proceed with orders as planned. Arbites, Mercenary, assist the pilot as required. I will continue on foot alone to the objective, further risking the air coverage cannot be tolerated."[/color] Which might sound like a suicidal proposition, running on foot through Orkish territory, and it probably would be to most, but a Krieger was raised to die after all. By this point the other two would have boarded the Valkyrie, leaving the Krieger as the only one not currently on a transport. At this point he swapped channels to the command circuit, the sounds of the explosions and reactions against the crude force field apparent. 

[color=598527]"Slight delay encountered, ma'am. Ork with inclinations towards machinery intercepted evac route, currently preventing valkyrie lift off due to what appears to be magnetic grapple. Apothecary, does Orkish shielding technology prevent passage of persons?"[/color] If the Valkyrie couldn't free itself in the next few moments, Ansgar could not risk them being hauled down and crashing, which meant disabling the grapple. He could see where the line had been launched, being hooked in still, and he had a simple plan. Approach under the chaos of the recent artillery strike, board the Ork's machine, disable the grapple, and kill his way to the next objective. Or at the very least take as many Orks with him as possible, and they hardly seemed as fearsome as the Tyranid, so he would wager that he could take a great deal with him. If he were a gambling man, that is, which he was not.