<strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Space Marines</em></span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Crixus</strong><br/><br/>The armor that Crixus wore was centuries old, it was an artifact of the chapter from the time of the chapter's founding. Worth several times its weight in both tactical armor and space marines every day it received repairs, both from Crixus and from tech adepts attached to the chapter. But despite all this it was still old and like all things time had taken it's tole. As Crixus attempted to strike at the Wraithlord's sword the servo-motors in his right arm seized up, for the briefest of milliseconds. This minor malfunction was enough to throw off the Space Marine's perfect timing and aim. Rather than delivering a strike close to his body in order to hit the tip of the blade Crixus's armor caused his strike to come out wide striking above quite a bit his intended target. Instead of the Wraithlord's sword Crixus found his thunder hammer striking the Eldar war machine's wrists. The force of the blow was enough to pass straight through the construct's left joint, completely severing the hand that had once been there, and severely damage it's right, causing the sword to clatter uselessly to the ground. Stepping back the Wraithlord raised its arms in a defensive stance power crackling as it's one good hand's energy field activated.<br/><br/><strong>Nicodemus<br/></strong><br/><br/>The Harlequin recognized that Nicodemus was a more than capable warrior,had he been any less skilled he would have already been dead, but even so she saw him as little more than a moth trying to out fly a hawk. She was not bound by the limits of human ability. Her strange combination of dance and combat never seemed to stop or slow or even change from it's intended choreography so fluid were her movements. She wretched her hand free of his and brought her right leg straight up against her chest, bending it at the knee so that she could block his blow with the blades along her calf. At the same instant she opened fire with her pistol launching several of the deadly spheres at one of Nicodemus's fellow Assault Marines who himself had just finished hacking a Dark Reaper apart. The spheres struck him dead center in the back, igniting the fuel stores of his jet pack as they passed through it and into his spine. The warrior fell to the ground in flames. An instant later the Harlequin was on the attack again, using her leg to shove herself back a few steps before charging in and attacking. Thrusting her blade forwards several times as she deftly continued to dodge Nicodemus's blows.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Killian Calhoun/Brother Vindicca</strong><br/><br/>The white hot plasma blast flew through the air,  the last thing that the Dark Reaper that Brother Vindicca had fired upon saw was this searing ball of deadly energy and heat quickly approaching it's body. A moment later he was dead, the other members of his squad, and the other two squads not currently involved in melee combat with the Assault Marines were moving quickly, in a matter of seconds they had gone from being disorganized by the sudden charge of Assault Marines to reforming their firing lines. Almost as one they brought their weapons to bare on the three Tactical Marine squads who were  firing on them. Anyone standing close to the Dark Reapers would be able to see the joints of their armor locking into place in order to help stabilize their light frames against the recoil of their deadly weapons. Brother-Sargent Rmey pointed at one of the Dark Reaper squads "That squad is a priority target!" he ordered. He'd fought against the Eldar many times in his life and knew well the markings that denoted their elite warriors.<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Imperial Guard</em></span></strong><br/><br/>It took several minutes for the armored support to reach the pinned guardsmen. But when it finally arrived it did so in spectacular battle changing fashion. First the sound of an engine could be heard followed shortly by the clank of  vehicle tracks. Then suddenly a single Hellhound flame tank surged forward through a hole in the line of guardsmen. As soon as there was no fear of trampling their own troops the tank's crew angled it directly for the location of the Eldar snipers. It took under a minute for the tank to wade through firepower that would have taken hours for infantry. As soon as it was within range the Hellhound opened up with both it's hull mounted heavy flamer and it's turret mounted inferno cannon, turning the general area of the Eldar snipers into a blazing firestorm. From all along the line Sargents relaid a single order that had been passed down to they by the officers of the line "CHARGE!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Had Markus been a member of a normal Guardsmen squad his advice no matter how sound would have been met at best with a stern lecture after the battle and at worst with a summary execution. But Cpt. Alonzo was the type of man to know good advice when he received it, quickly surveying the building's one room he pointed towards several large crates it's center. They would have to serve as cover for now "pull back behind the crates!" he ordered. "full suppressive fire out the doorway as soon as any of them poke their heads into it, someone call in some support! And for Emperor's sake keep your eyes on the other sides of the room! They don't need to use the door!" Alonzo was already up and running as he snapped out his orders, they had a solid defensible position, and they had the advantage of their enemy needing to come to them....all they had to do was hold out until the main force reached them.<br/><br/>As if acting to prove to his men that what he had said was the truth a squad of Warp Spiders appeared near the right wall of the room letting loose a volley of fire that saw another Storm Trooper downed. As they continued to fire on his squad's flank Alonzo ran for the cover he had indicated and fired his hotshot laspistol in response.<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Sisters of Battle</em></span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Amandine</strong><br/><br/>The chant that Amandine had started was quickly taken up amongst the rest of her sisters, each one focusing on the truth behind the chant's words and using it to fuel themselves, to push themselves harder than they ever would have dared.....<br/><br/><br/>Despite the wall of fire and bolts unleashed by Amandine and her fellow Redemptors the Seer Councils psychic shield held firm, allowing the Eldar stand their ground against firepower that normally would have forced them into cover. ""Sisters, fight by my side, if you die for the Emperor... He may lift you up!" shouted a near angelic voice, a moment later Palatine Corley could be seen leading the remaining Sisters Repentia in a charge against the Eldar Seers. As their charge hit the the psychic shield that had been protecting the Eldar collapsed the focus needed to sustain it shifted to combating the raging women now amongst the foul xeno-psychics, even as they attempted to defend themselves Palatine Corley cut one of them down with a swift blow from her blade.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Myrna</strong><br/><br/>As Myrna fired the Striking Scorpion she was aiming for reacted quickly, ducking low and to the side in order to avoid the lethal rounds, at the same time the second Eldar charged in swinging it's blade in a close horizontal arch for another strike at the Seraphim, around Myrna her fellow Seraphim were holding their own against the Eldar melee specialists, both sets of warriors excelling at quick movements and graceful combat.<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Inquisition</em></span></strong><br/><br/><br/>The twisting turning path through the mine was utterly silent, and with the exception of the occasional body of a mechanicus techpriest it was totally empty, each techpriest's body showed signs of having suffered the same form of attack just before death. Their robes, and the bodies the robes covered, were riddled with small holes. As they turned the final corner and reached the entrance way to their destination Pallas and his retinue were greeted by the sight of what had once been a reinforced door and now was little more than scrap. Just beyond the door stood two squads of Dire Avengers, numbering 5 warriors each. The Eldar were standing before a single containment field generator, suspended within the field was the object that Bracker had asked Pallas to retrieve, it was a solid black sphere (http://www.themysticcorner.com/images/Black_Obsidian_Sphere.jpg). Seeming to simply sense Pallas's presence the Dire Avengers turned, raised their weapons, and opened fire!<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Eldar</em></span></strong><br/><br/>As the Tactical Marine squads engaged the Dark Reapers the Eldar sprung the final portion of their mixture of attack and trap, the War Walkers who up to this point had held their fire changed course, each group of three now driving hard into the flanks of the Space Marine positions, they opened fire as soon as they were within optimal range, pouring their deadly starcannon fire into the three Tactical Marine squads, attempting to assist the Dark Reapers in breaking the back of the Space Marine force.<br/>