Decius moved up behind Solomon's rigid form at the threshold of the barricade, staring down the corridor that had accumulated some Banshee bodies. They had tried to force Solomon's men back several times, and failed. "Sir?" asked Decius with a dry, breaking voice. Solomon remained as a statue, eyes fixed upon the Banshee graveyard when he heard the heavy footsteps of humans in armour quickly approaching from one of the many entrances in the corridor. "Solomon!" Came the ever familiar growl echoing from one of the blackened entrance-ways. "Where the bloody hell are you!" Lucius had been lost within the maze of corridors and blood with a broken radio. Banshee and Human bodies alike littered the corridors of the ship. Decius cried out in anguish as he propelled himself over the makeshift barricade "Captain Deeph!" he cried as he dashed down the Banshee corpse littered corridor. Solomon called after him but could not abandon his position as he heard gunfire and screams from the landing bay behind and a muffled voice broke through the radio in his helmet. "They've broken through! They're everywhere!" Solomon swore and called back for Decius and retreated back into the landing bay to find a swarm of Banshee's pouring through a large hole in the ventilation shaft running through the centre of the bay. There were dozens of them hissing and butchering.
Decius ran towards the booming voices of the Second company and their gunfire. Only stopping when a large slimy wet hulk slammed into him, knocking him from his armoured feet. The teeth glistened in the dim light of the corridor and his chest flash light, the hissing was unmistakable. The Banshee smiled widely and maliciously at its helpless pray that lay pinned beneath its powerful limbs, but then it was gone with a flash of blue, and a growl.
Lucius stood tall, and proud above Decius. His eyes fixed upon the tanned creature vexing him and drooling on the floor. Only the one was in view. Blinded by his rage, he did not see or hear the three others skulking around in the vents above him. He had long spent the bullets within his rifle and had resorted to his pistol and much loved combat knife. The knife was his most adored possession, Lucius had so many memories with her. Survived and killed many things, gone through everything together, he had received her at boot camp and she had been with him ever since. He launched himself at the creature, swinging the blade at its face, but the thing was quick enough to swoop away at the final second. Lucius swung his arm backwards to counter any attack with a swift elbow to the head of the beast, as he fell forward from his attack, he span and turned his pistol to the beast and fired three rounds. Two hit home. The tanned Banshee squealed and died, and as if called, the three hidden Banshee's clawed their way out of the vents and into the corridor. The dead Banshees blood flowed upon the metal floor and glistened in the light, Lucius smiled maliciously. Wanting more to kill. "Come on, then." he growled deeply and charged them when they looked at him dumbly, he fired another round of his pistol and the magazine was spent, the projectile missed its target as it dodged the bullet. The creatures hissed and charged Lucius, their hulking masses collided with a bang and clatter of armour against the hull. Lucius was on his back, the two creatures had overpowered his momentum and weight, he stuck his free hand around one of the creatures neck and stabbed it repeatedly in the gut with his sharpened knife before snapping its neck with his brute strength. The second Banshee managed to slice into Lucius' side and arm that was busy with snapping its fellow ambushers head from its spine. Lucius let out a roar greater than anything the creature had heard, it backed off In fear, cowering low and the remaining Banshee that had been holding back, waiting for its turn, had started backing away towards the hull plating. Both hanging low, with hungry eyes, drooling, needle teeth and ready to pounce. Lucius checked his side, the claw had torn clean through his armour plate and created a deep gash, nothing fatal. He smiled. He swore and spat some blood out that had accumulated in his mouth and then laughed softly to himself. "Finally. Something worthy of my skill." And blew a mocking kiss to the creatures and then charged them, growling magnificently as he picked up speed. His knife cut into their flesh, and their claws cut into his. Blood mixed upon the walls and floor as he killed the two Banshees. He breathed heavy with a slight rattle. Gasping for breath, he checked himself. Somehow during the fight he had dismembered a Banshee's hand as it attacked him, it was still stuck upon his chest. Directly piercing his left lung. The corridor started to blur and he felt light headed as his lung failed to supply his brain with much required oxygen. He blinked and wiped his eyes, trying to clear them to no avail and then he remembered. Decius. Still in a cowering pile upon the floor. The young soldier was practically useless in a fight. Lucius smiled at him warmly, but his lips failed as the hissing of seven more Banshee's entered the corridor from the broken door that Lucius had entered through. "Go, Decius." said Lucius softly. "Go and tell of my glory." and with that, Lucius primed a grenade in each hand, and let them loose down the corridor and let them explode before he began clumsily running towards the smoke and banshee's now hunting through the corridor, roaring at his demise. And then he gave in to the lack of oxygen from his pierced lung, and fell short of his prey.