"By the golden throne..." Zeb said in horror as they spun off the path and barreled into a mob of the green xenos. The grill of the ATV hit a bulky ork, sending it to the mud. The vehicle bucked like a horse and landed on a smaller ork, shoving it to the ground. Hagman had the wherewithal to keep the foot on the gas, but it only lurched forward a few meters, crashing into another xenos. 

"Full auto! Go for the head!" 

Zeb's cry set them into action. Katia dodged a flailing choppa and sliced through the thick arm of the ork with her sword. It's limb hit the floor of the ATV with the weight of a heavy branch. The ork howled, but his cries were silenced by Zeb shoving his lasgun in its face and firing five shots through its eye and into its tiny brain. He did not let up, firing into the crazed crowd as Grimdal and even Rikkard open fired. If they were shooting into a mass of men, it would have been like scything through wheat. Orks were unfortunately made of sterner stuff, and most of them were more injured than dead. A huge bullet ripped through the front windshield, and a choppa cut four inches into the door in a crude attempt to cut Zeb in half. Behind them, one ork grabbed the bumper and ripped it off with strength beyond any man. 

Over the mob of Orks, more ATV's rolled in. But they kept to the dyke as they were told, firing into the Orks with their lasguns as the roudy xenos attempted to elbow past one another to get them. One ATV, the third one in the vanguard, burst into flame and careened forward, before swerving into a mass of orks much like Katia and Zeb's, only it exploded on impact. The orks around it had been so busy fighting one another, they were engulfed in flames before they even realized it. Zeb only saw the spectacle for a moment, just before a bullet punched into his side. He gave a wordless cry, the sergeant's vision going white as he hit the dash of the ATV. He was vaguely aware of Katia firing into the ork mass as they bore down on them, and a voice saying. "Take him! We can't all live." 

"What?" Zeb croaked, shaking. He felt cold, and yet there was hot wet on his stomach. He gritted his teeth and tried to rise, but he found he had little strength in his arms. The thrumming in his head drowned out all of the sounds of battle, and he looked up to see Katia standing over him, screaming in his face. Her voice eventually penetrated into his mind. 

"-UP! THAT'S AN ORDER!" She said, and amazingly, he feebly reached out to take her hand. She took it, and lifted him up with impressive strength for one so slim. She must have been muscled like a greyhound. He felt the numbness of his body give way to pain, and every breath was agony. But it was a blessing by the God Emperor, for it woke him up. 

Katia covered him in her cloak, and just as his hearing came back, there was an intense sound that broke his ears again. White hot flame erupted from very close, and before he knew it he was dragged forward, stumbling with his feet and a multitude of hands on him to keep him steady. Looking back and forth, he saw blearily saw Hagman and Rikkard. When he looked at the sweating specialist, he saw the looted stompah rise from the dyke, raising a hand that spun a buzzsaw the size of a man's torso. It looked as if it had seen them, but there was a terrible arc in the sky and a whistling. Zeb slowly realized it was a missile, and the explosive struck the ork mech directly, shattering half of its body and sending the rest tumbling into the mud. 

Lasbolts flashed overhead and Orks fell dead at their feet. Zeb coughed from the smoke.

"Kat, give me a gun." He said hoarsely, stubbornly. 

"Shut up, Zeb." She told him, and it was good hadn't listen. He lost consciousness mere moments later, fading into darkness as the battle raged.