[@Ollumhammersong][@Andreyich][@POOHEAD189]

“It seems they were not expecting us,” growled the Chaplain into his helm-vox, fingers flexing about the shaft of his crozius as he paced forward along the corridor, icons doing the same as he kept his eyes on his surroundings and his peripherals on the HUD of his helmet, “be cautious brothers...I do not like this.”

According to his helmets sensors, and his own for that matter, there was nothing moving – or even living – in their immediate vicinity, the right-hand passageway seeming as devoid of life as where they had entered.

[i]Something was not right.[/i]

[i]There! Footfalls...lots of them.[/i]

They came in a ragged mass of bodies, most bearing hard-projectile weapons and ill-kept close quarter cleavers and blades, accumulation of all that was foulest and most bestial in humanity now heading straight toward them. Mutants, heretics, the lost and the damned, they were all present in the morass of ill-fated worshippers of the Dark Gods – a heathen host utterly without human quality, from the largest bovine-headed beastman, to the smallest child-like mutant.

Mere moments passed before autoguns began to chatter and shotguns started booming in the confines of the passage, not all of them even aimed at the enemy, some simply fired into the air.

Sibrand could see a cross-roads of sorts ahead, interconnecting corridors from whence this filth was coalescing, and by the God-Emperor he made a decision there and then.

“In the name of Him on Terra, we press through this filth and secure the junction beyond them. On me, brothers!”

The field around his crozius activated at the depression of a finger-pad - pellets, bullets and buckshot causing the shield projected by his rosarius to shimmer as he moved forward and began to pick up the pace – a mighty roar exploding from the grinning deaths head as his shoulder turned itself and made contact with the first of his adversaries, a particularly ugly and scaled mutant, the grotesque face exploding in a shower of gore as the body was flung backwards into the baying mob.

First blood to the Templars.