[i][/i][color=fff200][h2][centre] Brother Von Palus
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[color=aba000][h3][centre] Imperial siege lines
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Von Palus watched as the white scars grenade fire took a heavy toll on the foolish and deluded traitors, each blast claimed many but there was too many for sheer fire power to overwhelm and the lead wave would soon make it to the imperial lines at there current progress. A well aimed burst of bolter fire hot a flamer oporator with a satisfying bright flash across the battlefield as the As the Sgt seemed to have a plan. He always had a plan. 

Switching to the heavy bolt pistol, drawing a heavy combat blade easily a heavy sword to a mortal man they classed as a knife,heavy bladed and mononesged each one was a simple, well crafted and reliable implement of war. 

[i][color=fff200] ready, thr blood angle might not like blood on his pretty Armour. [/color][/i]

Teasing slightly, the imperial fists though proud where long trained to seige warfare, it was impossible to maintain pretty Armour in the mud and rock of trenches. The blood Angels where famed for there artifice quality and craftsmanship. Skilled warriors though and jibes had always been present in the squad. 

A auto gun round bounced off his helmet with a annoying clang, no more it lacked danger but annoying. Returning fire with a bolt pistol at the offending traitor, before returning to the vox. 

There was a weak point in the wall, it would be hard to reach even for the marines under enemy fire, a shell blast had exposed some corroded foundations. It would not be a large breach but it was the only place such smaller demolition charges would work. The trained eyes found weakness where others only saw rockcerete. 

[color=fff200][i] with cover. There's a weak point below the 4th tower. 

Brother Dench, il need s help to cover my back when we plant charges, it take a imperial fist over a entire battalion of these korps. 

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Thr first curltests began to swarm forward into trench, disfigured, dirty, pathetic traitors. Thr inner temple screamed for release as a heavy armoured fist shattered the enemy's entire rib cage throwing him backwards into the trench wall with a crunch of breaking bone. 

Bright yellow Armour, it was not subtle. That was the point as yellow Armour splattered with red. 

Deafening over the armours powerful vox array. 

[i][color=fff200][b]FOR TERRA[/b][/color][/i]