His armour locked up for a moment, then his hammer swung and tore one hand straight off, and putting some damage to the other. When he would later tell the tale of his battle with the Wraithlord, he'd tell his Battle Brothers that was his plan all along. Regardless, as the foul machine backed up, the Space Marine took the chance to get off the floor. He wasn't giving it a chance to come at him again. Crixus got off the floor and pressed his assault straight away, it had killed his Brothers and had almost done him in. He wasn't giving it another chance. Upon his shoulders he had his Cyclone Missile Launcher, the Eldar machine should be an easy target at such range! Crixus took only the briefest of seconds to aim before unleashing the salvo. That would soften him up.<br/><br/>Crixus arced his hammer back as he ran towards the Wraithlord, putting all of his might into a shot at its leg. Clearly he could break off a hand, hopefully he could repeat the process on a leg. Smash the machine to bits. Once it was down he could redirect his efforts else where. Ease up the pressure on his allies.