Marines are punches off their feet or outright exploded by the blazing bolt pistols of the incoming raptors, who land with heavy ceramite crunches, taking more of a toll, but their countercharge bites into the tainted armor and flesh, crystal weapons ever the bane of the corrupt. The shriek feral cries, and choke on their own blood, even as others of them wade in with lightning-sparking claws on their arm and rip ropy intestines out of the nearby marines, a huge, brutal melee begins to whirl on the decks of the Rewloola.

The two shot at by Char plummet, transfixed by the arrows which punched through their armor, detonating messily on the ground below.