The rockcrete walls echoed their monotonous iterations, the corrupted servitors grinding their way towards the two with their multitude of armaments. They weren't heavily armed, but the shivving of the chainsaws, the scatterfire of what firearms they had, and the parody of life the servitors represented was enough to almost overwhelm his senses. He clenched his square jaw, eyes set as he pumped his shotgun and fired off another slug, ripping through the flesh and iron, wiring and yellow servitor fluids spraying the walls. A bullet struck his carapace armor, caving in a section with a crater but holding strong overall. He turned his gun on the one that fired at him, its head exploding from the next slug. 

"Intruders to be destroyed, blood to be shed, only by nines," they repeated with cold rhythm. Their metal jaws reminded him of the Orks in some strange way. Memories of the hulking green Xenos ravaging the bodies of his comrades, many with strange metal appendages and jaws and ears of steel. It caused hatred to burn through Zebulon, and even as one came perilously close to slicing through his throat with an attached blade, he merely dodged and shoved the arm away with the length of his gun roughly before unloading three shots into the servitor's midsection, dropping it.  

Katiya hacked and shot with her weapons with masterful precision, slicing one servitor down the middle in a clean lateral bisection, tearing it back up in a backhanded slash, slicing through a cybernetic arm, the chainsaw on the end of it losing its spin as it clattered to the ground. The blow torches roared, they were so close. Katiya punched through one of the infected abominations with her bolt pistol, only for her jacket to catch fire as one crept up from behind. Zeb, in the midst of reloading, cried out a warcry and tackled the thing as Katiya swiftly slid herself out of her jacket, the embroidery alight before it even hit the ground in a wave of dust from the old floor. 

The thing turned its torch on Zeb, but like lightning Katiya hacked off the appendage holding it, offering her hand for him to grab. He took it in his, and she hauled him up despite her deceptively slim build. 

"We need to get out of here," He said to her, firing off another round. Their enemies closing in, encircling their position in the cramped room. 

"They're nearly decimated," she said dismissively, scowling and leaping back into combat.