Eldar war machine boot struck his chest and sent Crixus down. Even with the Terminator armoured taking most of the force of the blow, the man in the suit couldn't help but feel his chest ache for a moment. Just a moment however, his enhanced body soon went to work taking care of him. That however, didn't protect him from the massive leg that came down on him, pinning him in place while it prepared to skewer him with its massive blade. Quick thinking put together a plan, and as the plan not working could mean his death. Moving his arm as much as he could, he tried to position his thunder shield in between himself and the Eldar weapon about to come down. Crixus closed his eyes, as powerful as his hearing was, it needed to be at its full. He tried to block out all other sound. He needed to focus on the sound...mainly the Wraithlords mechanical limbs moving. When that sword came down, Crixus planned on swinging his Thunder Hammer into it, if he could knock it away, great. If he could shatter its top, all the better. If it failed....his life was possibly in the hands of the armours servo-motors and the Thunder Hammer.