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As Caccia kept decending to the ground, another pair of stormboyz flew to him with their weapons raised while firing their pistols. The bullets harmlessly wizz past him with accuracy so bad they wouldn't even hit the side of a baneblade in close range, but what worried him was that they were both coming to him at the same time, he would have time to blast one of them in the face but not enough time to pump his shotgun to get the second shot in.

In realization of his situation he unseathed his knife from his waist and held it in his left hand before aiming the shotgun at the stormboy closest to him. As the ork got in effective range he pulled the trigger causing the first orks head to become nothing but a bloody pulp, afterwards he readied his knife for the second ork. Sure orks have the advantage in pure strength when it came to close quarters fighting, but he had another idea in mind.

Just as the ork got in arms length of him, the ork brought down his weapon in a effort to slash him. He dodged the attack by veering slightly to the right while rotating his body to avoid the attack, afterwards before the ork could strike again he stabbed the rocket on the orks back causing the ork to fly up into the air, and while the ork was yelling he began to spin wildly before exploding in a small inferno. With another two orks down he finally made it to the ground before ditching his grav chute and ran to the nearest peice of burning Valkyrie debree with a squad of guardsman already taking position near the crash site. "This is Caccia! I have made landfall successfully and regrouped with one of the squads. I will make my way to one of the ork anti-air batteries to give some breathing room for the ships still in the air!" He spoke in his radio just loud enough to be heard over the sounds of dakka.