Treyman walked with a certain anger in his step, each movement full of zeal and unbridled rage that carried him swiftly into he battlefield. It was a slaughter with Sylvie and Jack at the head of the fight as NTR Marines arrived on the scene, unloading round after round into the beasts and halving their numbers in just a minute. One came for Treyman, having picked up a piece of uprooted concrete on the end of a stop sign that was formerly planted within the ground. It swung down, Treyman responded by sidestepping to his right with a slow spin. By the time he came around the face the beast with his Hullpiercer raised high in the air, the beast was standing and turning to face the Legate. He swiftly brought his immeasurably heavy blade down between the brute's shoulder and neck, the raw weight of the blade making it sink into his flesh and cut right through any armour he would wear. Bones snapped in two as if passed and the heart of the alien figure is where his sword slowed to a complete halt, before he planted his right boot on the beast and kicked him off the blade, from the middle to the tip. When the blade was free, he would continue to break the bones and flesh of whatever enemy was in the area. It was a slaughter.