As soon as Two Hands and Gunney had brought Prax within arms-reach of him Marcus’s hand was moving forward towards the hood of her robes. He took hold of the fabric and pulled it back revealing her face.<em>Just as I thought</em>he thought to himself<em>a psyker in the process of being possessed.</em>One of the many thing’s his former teacher had taught him was the ability to spot and recognize the signs of possession within humans. All it had taken was a single flash of the woman’s purple skin to arouse his suspicion.<br/><br/>Were these anything but the most desperate of times he knew it would be best to simply put the wretch out of her misery and execute her. But these were not normal times. His situation was desperate and in very real danger of becoming impossible. He needed a psyker for what was to come, and with his former astropath now dead any psyker, even a witch, was better than nothing. “You are coming with me” he told Prax” his voice brooking no argument with the statement.<br/><br/>It was as this statement left Marcus’s lips that something both important and terrifying took place. The, up till this moment,  constant sound of the precinct’s auto-turrets firing round after round into the ork hoards outside gave way to silence. The weapon systems had finally expended all their ammunition.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Outside the precinct the Orks had been forced to take cover due to the accurate and rapid fire of the building’s defenses.  The sheer wall of firepower had been enough to make even Orks hesitant to charge the building. Being forced to hide in cover while there were humies to pound had angered every ork in the mob outside the precinct. But none more so than Grimgul , he had been told to take the humie building by Boss Grotrippa himself and when his boyz had been forced into cover by the guns he’d roared his frustration to them, but no amount of threats and smacks could get the boyz to break cover when they all knew they’d get shot up before they even had a chance to shoot back… But now the guns had stopped, and Grimgul was the first to get up “Come on boyz!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “Let’s smash da humie gitz!”<br/><br/>As far as Ork speeches went, this one was both rousing and inspiring, and moments later the other boyz were up and moving. From somewhere within this group a single ork shouted one word at the top of his lungs, this word was almost instantly keyed on by every other ork. It triggered something within all of them and almost as one they all took up the same warcry. As one massive green wave they charged towards the door to the humie building.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Within the main courtroom, through the fortified walls, the war shout could still be heard as hundreds of orks all cried out their foul bloodlust.<strong>“WAAAGH!”</strong>With this, the guardsmen and other human defenders quickly ran to their positions most of them making it there just in time.<br/><br/>Less lucky were those civilians who were still caught in the court room. Many of them had congregated into the entrance hall, taking comfort in the sight of the statures of Imperial heroes, as they attempted to gain their bearings.  As the massive doors into the precinct were blown open by crude ork explosives these men and women now found themselves trapped between the guns of the humans and the onrushing greenskins.<br/><br/>From somewhere within the building’s defenders a single officer recognized that these people were already dead. “Open fire men!” he shouted. With their nerves on razor edge this order was all the excuse guardsmen needed  to push aside any worry for the civilians and start using their weapons. The rest of the Imperial forces joined them in doing so within moments of the first shot being fired.<br/><br/>The courtroom was filled with the snap of lasguns, the deep cough of bolters, and the roar of heavy bolters. The civilians were cut down almost instantly, most of them not even having time to react.