'Ohhh, I messed up,' Lucius muttered under his breath, too quietly for others to hear, as the first of the alien creatures came into view. The Ogryn's "Uh-oh" was about right, considering the noise coming from that direction... aaaand that was certainly a horde of Genestealers, complete with giant leader monstrosity. And wouldn't you know, they'd just started coming from the way they'd originally come too. So, as it happened, they'd need to go the way of the gun fight regardless... and wouldn't you know, it sounded many times louder than it had before.
'Wh-what do, boss?' the Ogryn Ga'duk asked, only to make his own decision and flee before he could order anything. It was a good idea. Not that Lucius was one to escape from a fight, but sometimes, a last stand was suicidal rather than honourable, whilst a tactical retreat was the best possible solution. In other words, the best thing to do when odds were stacked against you, and there was no bad that could come from it, was...
'RUN!'
He turned, felt something loud and screaming and utterly pathetic clamber on to his back, and the entire area promptly jolted as the sound of screaming metal tore through the room from right next door. The cons of this event: he and nearly everything else in the vicinity was knocked violently to the ground, Lucius himself being saved from horrific injury through sheer reflex, and Ga'duk seemingly alive and upright for raw bulk and being too stupid to notice the violence of his surroundings. Everyone else... well, aside from the worm clinging to him, he didn't think they'd be doing so well in the very near future.
The pros of the event: the Genestealers had been knocked down too, or else had dug themselves into the walls to save themselves, and were taking a lot longer to reorganise and reorient than it took Lucius to leap to his feet and begin running again, following after Ga'duk as he made his escape.
'Why are you on my back?!' he yelled at the minion still attached to him, to which he received the admittedly logical response of 'AHDUHWANNADAHLOHSIHLOHSHAH!' in both ears, which he promptly tuned out via his Lyman's Ear. He supposed he'd work as a meatshield for his back, for a couple of moments.
For his front, he realised as he turned the corner, not so much. What... what in the Warp
were these? A second of analysis showed him, humans, obviously, but clad in strange armour that, if he looked at it wrong, almost seemed to be some strain of downsized power armour... with a great many dedications to something or other attached to the suits, no less. Either way, he was relatively quiet approaching, meaning he could have snuck up if he didn't catch their attention too badly... but, they were in his way.
'Ga'duk, keep going!' he yelled at the Ogryn, seemingly paralysed with indecision ahead. 'Ladies, move or die!'
Those who noticed aimed their bolters at him. The guns, at least, were recognisable, if smaller than typical.
'Die it is!' he uttered, flicking out both close-combat weapons and bearing down on the armoured warrior-women, covering the remaining distance between them in a second or so. More than enough time to get hit with bursts of surpressive fire, and what a pity that he had no cover, and no good reason to stop. Though he ducked and weaved plenty in that momentary charge, he still counted two hits, one smashing into and blowing off a large chunk of his right arm down to the bone, and the second glancing off of his ribcage hard enough to break it, despite its hardening. Adrenaline numbed the pain, his sheer physique allowed him to keep going regardless of injuries. He'd deal with the aftermath of those later. For now, he'd gotten into the fray, and his very first target had just enough time to see what he was running from and scream 'TYRAN-' before being decapitated.
And after that, it was little more than a blur of dodging aimed guns and melee strikes, and lashing out with his blades at whatever came in range which wasn't instantly identifiable as "friend". At some point, he took another hit, a chainsword cutting deep into his thigh before he put his combat knife through the wielder's heart; after that, he stowed the knife and swung the chainsword around, finger barely fitting through the trigger guard and forcing it "on" at all times, but what a thrill to finally have a reasonable weapon in hand at the end of the day.
At some point, he spotted Ga'duk again, making his way toward a small group near the great doors on the other end of the room, just as a wall of adamantine was flung by- he thought he saw a flash of green skin and various colours of armour before the metal bulkhead became a metal barrier that he now had to make his way around. Great. Was his servant dead on his back yet? Nope, still screaming in fear and terror. Brilliant. Either way, he made his way to Ga'duk, patting the Ogryn on the shoulder whilst yelling over the cacaphony of gunfire: 'We need to go around that metal wall!' Why that way? Because it was away from the goddamned Genestealers.
Apparently, a minor flash of memory agreed with him. For what purpose, he had no clue, but he now recalled ever so slightly more of that last battle of Caliban before El'Jonson's defeat. So, around the wall it was, and then toward the giant doors on the other side. Considering the nature of the xeno-things he'd run from, he might not even make it there if they were already in the room... but he'd be damned if he didn't die trying. No, scratch that, he was damned either way, but he might as well make his last moments count for something.
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