Mikolas panicked, swinging the blade fixed to his weapon and kicked out at the bed. The former tore through the chest of the terror, opening up a long wound across it. Mik struggled to keep his dinner down as he saw the flesh writhing inside, his foot connecting with the bed and sending it crashing over onto his assailant, pinning it underneath it. It tried to force it's way free, clawing at Mik with a free hand as it did. It's failure to do so was a telling sign. It was
hurt.
Crisis crept along the corridor outside, rifle ready and silent as a ghost. The gunfire had died out now, which didn't bode well at all.
Forcing himself forward from the wall, Julius dropped his lasgun and drew his sword, a well made blade from one of the greatest realms in the Imperium. It barely scratched the thing as he cut it across a thigh, only drawing a thin trickle of blood. Gunner rushed to the soldier's aid, hands still trembling around the hilt of his own long blade of simpler construction. He didn't find an opening to strike as the thing flailed about with those dreadful fists, though.
Xerxes managed to snap himself out of it, limbs responding to his will again, though he now shook terribly. He moved quickly to join the melee, though wasn't quite willing to draw the attention of the creature yet, despite how reassuring the sight of Mik's luck with the other one was.
Cryvus moved forward, his cryptic murmurings barely audible, drawing a compact las-pistol from within the recesses of his robes. He stopped suddenly, feeling something
wrong, as did everyone else. For a split second the lights went out, plunging the world into utter darkness. When the lights came back, full strength and without a flicker, Jules was sporting a nick on his right arm, the claws of the now-surrounded thing knocking a piece of his armor loose.
(Turn over, Julius having taken 1 damage and the first horror now wounded and pinned under a bed for now. Map updated again, declare actions for a new round.)