[@PrinceAlexus][@Bluetommy][@Apollosarcher][@Ollumhammersong]


They came at the trenches like a colony of ants, entire battalions worth of bodies ploughing into the fire of thousands of guns – bolters blowing badly armoured heretics into mulch, las-beams glittering in the choking clouds of dust thrown up by the enemy advance, screams, roars and oaths yelled to the heavens on both sides.

The Death Korp in this section of the trenches has done as they were told, pulling back to allow the Primaris their – as Commander Hecht saw it – vain glories, walking back and firing at their foe even as they were now forced to fight in the open. Hecht was unsure whether these Primaris even realised what they had done, now his men were without cover...the enemy [b]did[/b] take the bait though, seeing the fire slacken on that section of the line and running toward it like moths to a flame.

[color=ed1c24]“I hope you had a counter-plan, Sergeant,”[/color] voxed the Blood Angel, ignoring Von Palus – his teasing seen by the Baalite as unprofessional - [color=ed1c24]“they are coming straight for us.”[/color]

Indeed they were, enemy cultists and former Guardsmen soon leaping into the trenches, the first wave mowed down by those Kriegers who weren't firing into the enemy beyond the trench, the rest coming face-to-face with the fury of Roboute's newest fighting force.

Bayonets, rusted chainswords and all manner of implements were used to club and hack at the transhuman warriors Mark X 'Tacticus' armour, while lasguns scorched and seared the ceramite.

Safe enough inside his armour, even as he used his bolt rifle to club a heretic to death, his entire head bursting like a ripe melon, Valerian knew that [i]enough[/i] lasguns could even bring them down.