The weapon fire pinged off of the armour as Narileus charged, diving left and right at just the right time to avoid shells from the Pelican just in time. Diving into the centre of the mass, Narileus whips his hammer around in a wide arc with one hand, bodies snapping and breaking underneath his powerful blows as his other hand withdraws his sidearm and turns the closest soldier's head to a fine red mist.
A blast from a shotgun goes off close to him, and for a moment the Jiralhanae staggers, disoriented. This was all the time needed for the nearby marines to vacate the immediate area, scrambling backwards in fear as their comrades poured bullet after bullet into the powerful armour. With the area cleared, the warthogs were given a clear enough view to open up on him, powerful cannons impacting his armour and sending him staggering, kneeling on the floor as he desperately tried to get himself free.
A lull in the fire as the majority reloaded, not even a second long before he barrage was to continue, was all the brute needed. Hefting his hammer like a javelin once again, Narileus sends it careening through the air as he discards his mauler and helmet, letting loose a powerful roar. "That was your only chance." His gutteral voice growls out in the room just as the hammer impacted the minigun turret of the closest warthog, snapping both it and the man piloting it and sending them careening through the air.
Activating his jump pack, Narileus flies through the air just as the enemy opens up again, narrowly dodging the enemy fire as his colossal body crashed into the front ofthe closest warthog, grinning at the driver as metal crumpled beneath him. The other two warthogs turned to face him, damaged one charging towards him, as bullets pinged into the back of his armour.
Reaching below him, Narileus hefts the massive vehicle into a verticle position, using it as a shield from the fire for just a second as he angled the jeep just right. With a kick powerful enough to shatter walls, the brute sends the warthog spinning through the air and into the undamaged chassis of the last warthog, metal and flesh crumpling with panicked screams.
Instantly Narileus follows up his kick, torso spinning in a powerful motion as his armour whined and whirred in protest, his punch landing square upon the bonnet of the charging warthog, surprise evident in the eyes of the driver as the car was stopped in its tracks and flipped into the air. Without hesitation the brute lets out a roar of exertion and grabs the flipped warthog in both hands, powerful legs launching both him and the jeep into the sky as the entire reserves of his pack activated, speeding up and piloting the improvised battering ram into the cockpit of the low-flying pelican, glass shattering as the entire front part of the Pelican was reduced to little more than scrap metal, pilot and all.
The Pelican dipped head first under the weight and impact of the car, thrusters stutterin and spitting as they received scattered orders from destroyed and damaged controls in the former pilot's seat. Eventually they gave out alltogether, and the flyer crashed into the ground with a powerful thud, Narileus following and obscured as a large cloud of dirt kicked up from the landing.
For a moment all was quiet as the remaining marines, all ever so slowly retreating in terror, and single scorpion peered into the dirt, postures nervous and afraid of what may come out. Eventually, out of the silence, a single object came spinning through the air and thudded onto the gun of the tank. Two more followed it as the closest troop peered at the object, eyes widening in instant recognition.
"GRENA-" was all he was able to get out before his corpse was sent crashing into what remained of the far wall with a sickening splat, along with all of those around him as the scorpion, the Marine's last heavy weapon, was reduced ti scrap metal in an instant.
Out of the cloud Narileus came, face on full display as he revealed bloodied teeth in a menacing smile, cracking his knuckles before reaching for his discarded hammer. It was out of juice, but he didn't need it. He would just do this the old fashioned way.
The screams and gunfire echoed out for a mere minute before all was silent.
