Felidae and Anika turned their bolters on the newcomers, raking the xenos with fire. The bolt shells scythed through the xenos ranks, punching aliens to the ground or pitching them off the roof of the shuttle. The ones closest to the marines continued to press in, even as the ones near the back were cut down. They seemed single-minded, intent on getting at the men in the shuttle, no matter the cost in lives. Slowly, though, their numbers were thinning out. A few of the newcomers also had xenos pistols and these fired back, one of the needle-sharp rounds finding a crack in the finely-crafted power armour Felidae was wearing. The wound was small, but but it burned with caustic venom - Felidae's armour responded by flooding the area with localised painkillers and antitoxins, and the pain vanished.

Meanwhile, Macharius and the praetorians traded blows with their enemies. Almagor switched on his borrowed power sword, cleaving his opponent in two and moving to help Macharius. The one fighting Hannabel and Murphy proved trickier to kill, ducking around every blow and snapping at them with oversized teeth. It was horribly quick, and the weather wasn't helping, the planet itself seeming to be fighting against them.