Dropping beneath the Nob's wild swing, Steinolfs blade bit deeply, the adamantine teeth of his chainblade tearing through muscle and bone alike. The Ork roared, a mixture of pain and surprise, as it's right leg flies away, and it collapses to the ground. It flails around for a moment before expiring.<br/><br/>Mareus stood with his mouth open, shocked by the speed and efficiency with which the Kill Team had destroyed the Orks. It had only been a matter of seconds between the arrival of the mob into the room, and the last of them pitching to the ground dead.<br/><br/>Even allowing for the random violence on an Ork vessel, this many dead in one place will likely draw some kind of attention, once they're found.