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"You bastard creatures!"
The loss of his left pauldron, which, as the bearer of the Legion's symbol, had been in pristine condition before the beginning of the skirmish, enraged Hadrian almost as much as being cast aside like a piece of scrap. Gritting his teeth every time an ork weapon found its way past his armour, marring his Emperor-given body, the Assault Marine struggled for a second before firing his bolt pistol, almost blowing one of the orks swarming him in half. Ripping his other arm from the orks' grasps Hadrian swung his chainsword, angling it upwards so that it should slice through the throats of the orks holding him down.

"Ahah..." Davian hadn't any immediate retort to a flight as sudden and unwelcome as the Kommando's arrivals. "I don't recall being briefed on that exactly. " Slamming into the ground and tumbling like a majestic comet through ranks of human warriors hurrying out of his way lest they be crushed Davian could only frown until at last coming to a halt. Their enemies shockingly accurate massed attempted at head hunting had busted out both lenses on his helmet and rather than angrily tear it off like an enraged Word Bearer or an Ultramarine of such crude, false perfection Emperor's Child calmly undid its clasps and let it roll off in a mere flash of his hand; equally as swift as simply tearing it off. Mag-locking it to his side as Davian rose like a giant of regal purple ceramite among their army auxillia his mouth crooked into a distasteful frown, legs pumping forward with all due haste to take his position once more.

"Brothers Danatus and Elijah watch your flanks we've got enemy infiltrators pressing up through our own trenches! " Biting back his desire to suggest action, as such was not his place he merely cut it off there and primed his heavy bolter to begin spraying their foe with fist sized mass reactive bolts. " That cheap shot was your only hope xenos filth! YOU WASTED IT! NOW DIE! "

OOC: Heavy Boltering at Kommandos

Arnock did not move far from Caphen. He knew that the numbers the works had would overwhelm them if they split up. He cut two orks in half with the loud roaring of his Chainswords. Another two orks fell as continued his bloody dance. He then moved into a defensive stance to try to counter the orks attacks.

Theo was blasted back into the ground by the orks Shotgun, the Front of his armor bearing imagery to his legion partially destroyed and several wounds in his body that his blood was already beginning to clot. he had to Think fast as he saw the Sneering Alien going in for a kill, Rage ran through his body as he pushed himself using his left arm to dodge the next shotgun blast.

He quickly got up with bolt pistol and chain sword in hand. Slashing at the ork shotgun with his Chain sword and aiming for his head and throat with his bolt pistol Theo wen't in for another attack, He would follow command and hold the line with his brothers.

The vox of Isaiah (@Casavay ) flared up. "Fantastic murder, Isaiah! But beware more enemies closing on you, stay in formation with the others, do not break out!" His older brother advised as protective as always, caring little for his own victory as it was more important to look out for his brother. The older Job could see after himself, but his younger more... Excited half? Like that one day he beat up the leader of some wannabe boy-gang, only to get half beaten to death by the wannabe minions until Elijah could show them the definition of vengeance. The day everyone learned that if you attack one Job, you attack both.

He turned to the Devastator next to him (@Grall_Stonefist ). "Good shot. Let us focus on the heavy weapons, so our swordsmen can cut them to pieces without being shot." There was little of true sentiment in his voice however and only a cold, tactical warrior, demanding to wreak havoc. His Missile Launcher was aimed as soon as a Frag payload was inserted and primed upon the Lootas, discerning them by their own heavy weapons.

the fragments of the rhino was mostly taken by his armour, you would need more than that to hurt him, atleast he had blown the deff dred to oblvion before it could do more damage than it allready did.
As the other more melee focused of their group now went to engage the savage xenos, Denatus could do little but agree with his fellow rocketeer. "Lets show these xenos the true value of heavy weapons" he answered back as he also loaded in a frag missile to blow apart the lootas before their massive weapons could start throwing bullets in every direction.

Bragha's advance into the lines was met with some success as he reached the wounded Davian (OOC I guess you meant Davian since he ended up with the worst wounds?), offering him his aid. Together, their combined fire pushed the part of the Kommandos back and most of the squad which attacked this part of the barricade fell beneath the bolts, but not before both Mason and Davian suffered another set of wounds in form of a couple of bullets which the Orks sent their way before they died.

On the other hand, both Elijah and Denatus would find themselves in trouble as the remaining Ork Kommandos attacked them somewhat unmolested, but not before both Devastators sent their missiles flying on the far end of the garden where the rest of the Ork Lootas were about the set up a shop. Denatus's missile hit the Ork squad dead in center, killing half a dozen of them with the same blast while Elijah finished up the rest with the following explosion. However then a rather ugly Kommando leered its head right in front Elijah and pressed the trigger of its flamer, washing the older Job in flames that made his skin blister and melt pieces of his armor. Thankfully, the wounding wasn't that bad as it looked like since the fuel used wasn't particularly potent, so he was able to remain standing and counterattack. Denatus on the other hand fared a somewhat worse as two Ork Kommandos jumped on him and started slashing with their cleavers, but thankfully the rest of the human force was quickly on them and managed to push them back. (OOC you two can kill off the remaining 5 Kommandos that are skulking around you )

Theo's chainsword flashed at the Kommando Nob but the alien met it with the smash of his own, bringing his big shotgun forward to meet the whirling teeth. Both weapons clashed and Nob fired, but due to the strike his aim was way off, only managing to kill an Ork boy who was sneaking on Theo from behind. To make matters worse, Theo fired off couple of rounds with his pistol but they only hit the Nob in his shoulder, blowing parts of his skin but failing to kill him. The Ork retaliated and kicked the Marine in the groin, throwing him on the ground. "Youz gud but not dat gud!" it said and leveled his weapon for another blast that would blow Theo's head off before he saw a flash of blue and Nob's head fell off, courtesy of Sergeant Callus who just showed up. "On your feet Marine, this battle is far from over!" Callus warned as he turned around and blasted couple of Greenskins that tried to come close.

Arnock and Caphen kept on fighting the Greenskins, both suffering a number of cuts and bruises however they didn't let an inch in the ground, both of them actually killing the same number of enemies which made them perhaps somewhat close in skill but definitely a good fighting duo. But moments later a part of the 7th squad arrived and they were assisted by their brothers from the 19th Company, giving a proper bashing to the remaining Orks.

Finally, Isaiah cut his way forward towards Hadrian, who despite killing few monsters on his own was still in deep and one lucky strike of a chain choppa made the aquila on his chest split in two. However the tenacious Assault Marine kept his ground and wasn't about to fall without killing at least a dozen of Greenskins before that. Thankfully for him, Isaiah was there and he was fighting like a man possessed, easily slaying a gang of Ork boys on his own, pushing the remaining on the run. Mikael could also be seen somewhere among the Orks who now started to run, his wounds severe but he was still alive.

OOC Orks are broken and on the run. You can emote as much kills as you want with your next post I'll push afterwards.



OOC Friendly forces: 27 Marines, 65 Human soldiers, 4 Rhinos with mounted storm bolters;

Arnock:10 Mikael:7 Denatus:11 Theo:9 Mason Brahga:8 Isaiah:14 Elijah:12 Davian:8 Hadrian:7 Caphen:10


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"Good to see you brother." Caphen nodded to Arnock as he twisted his blade and withdrew it from the neck of a dying ork. "I am forced to admit that I was overwhelmed by these Cretans, they have no honor." Illios had been battered quite badly, but his pride took more of a hit than anything. But just as Fulgrim and the Emperor would do, Caphen would take this experience and perfect his form and never make the same mistakes.

One final ork too stubborn to flee charged at Caphen and Arnock, with a brief sigh the swordsman levelled his bolt pistol at the beast and shot it through the eye, splattering its brain matter out the back of its head.

"You fight well Brother, what is your name?" The Chemosian swordsman extended his arm for an introductory handshake to the assault marine in front of him.

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@Casavay | If the destruction of the Legion symbol on his pauldron was rage-inducing then the bisection of the Emperor's Aquila made Hadrian truly furious. Chasing the broken orks the Assault Marine retained enough sense to prevent being labelled a Blood Angel, or worse a World Eater, instead coldly shooting out joints and then running the crippled orks through with his chainsword. Finally pausing after culling his twentieth ork Hadrian turned to the Astartes who'd aided him, he would never say saved, and pulled off his damaged helm. Underneath Hadrian's features were aristocratic, as most Terra-born Emperor's Children's were, his emerald-coloured eyes like rocks beneath what had been a carefully-maintained mop of dark hair.
"Grateful for assisstance, brother."

Elijah howled in pain, probably more hurt in pride than actual pain. It did hurt, yes. But he would teach this green beast of the void true pain! The man slapped himself mentally, not succumbing to anger and radical behavior like his younger twin, but nonetheless would he feast from the same source of strength.

"You wish to have never been born." The Destroyer of machines and masses declared before grabbing his Missile Launcher tightly with both hands, however - not to fire missiles, no that would be straight-out that sort of suicide that Isaiah would go after. Instead he grabbed the massive weapon with both hands and swung it with all of his Fulgrimite power he could harness, the seed of his Primarch that turned a once young boy, into a now old warrior, at least if one would measure age in the amount of wisdom. The hammer-missile-launcher came around and splattered the Orks skull wide open. And directly with an overhead follow-up another Ork was killed instantly, penetrating his back with the tube-end of the launcher and getting stuck somewhere half-way through. He pulled the weapon out, kicked the body over so the Ork would face him and then simply put his boot on his face, slowly squashing it, letting every little bit of the skull-cracking, blood-flowing and deformation be felt under his boot until he was completely through.