[i]The Space Marine slowly let go of the Chainsword arm, dropping it on the floor, making the arm splash in the green blood. The man took his Bolter - which was still bound to the Templar's arm with a Devotion Chain - and slowly reloaded the weapon, aiming it at the Tyranid horde again. He started firing, eliminating Tyranid after Tyranid with the explosive bolts. The Templar had decided to stay back for now, not wanting to get more wounded than he already was - even though his death was most likely certain, but just maybe.. it wasn't. Maybe there was a chance for him to survive. He made sure not to hit Leonidas or Iratus, not wanting to waste any bolts and start more hostilities. [/i] "What a weird day this is.." [i]He mumbled to himself, looking at the Leonidas, and then at Iratus. The Black Templar's eyes stayed on the Berzerker for a bit - he was on fücking fire after all - though he kept firing on the bugs. [/i]