Iratus continued his fiery onslaught. Literally. The Berzerker and his axes were ON FIRE. He didn't mind it. He laughed like a mad man, each ounce of blood he spilt seemed to make him grow in strength. "OH WHAT A DAY! WHAT A LOVELY DAY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Meanwhile, Leonidas was using the Warp against the Xenos. Slashing and hacking with his Power Sword, blasting any Tyranid that got too close with a torrent of arcane energy. Fire and lighting, he unleashed it from his figure, killing horde after horde.