As the Chaos Space Marine lost his balance, Porbo knelt and caught him in his arms, a feat impossible for any normal human. Dropping his hammer to hold the marine, forced Porbo to forfeit any defense he might have had. "Astartes..." Porbo growled as he gripped the chest plate of the marine. I grunted angrily and hoisted the marine up onto his shoulder in an amazing show of strength. Growling Porbo head off into the catacombs with the Marine slung over his shoulder, no intention of failing this marine anywhere in his mind. After walking for miles with almost machine like dedication, Porbo reached stairs leading upward. Porbo shifted the weight on his shoulder once before taking to the stairs, his legs and body rippling with effort as each stair is a challenge in itself. As Porbo and his baggage neared the top of the staircase, clawing and snarling could be heard behind him. Clearly the beasts did not take well to losing their prize. Porbo angrily frowned behind his mask as he set the Chaos servant down at the entrance to the underhive. Porbo could carry him no more, even an Ogryn had his limits, and it seemed his was at the end of a 15-20 mile walk with a few tons on his back. Huffing in exhaustion Porbo turned to the stairs, if they wanted their prize, they'd have to get through Porbo first.

Koron awoke to the sound of flesh and bone being snapped and torn asunder. Rising with an effort Koron seemed to find himself in an arching stair case leading up or down, turning towards the decline Koron saw a struggle taking place a few steps down the stairs. An Ogryn of unusual size and slender physic desperately held off the tide of Tyranids attempting to scale the staircase.

Koron thought of taking his chances by abandoning this unusual creature and attempting to return to the Chaos war-camp on his own but then thought against it. The creature radiated a sense of greater purpose as if it had been touched subtly by the greater gods, Korons soul would be forfeit if he callously left this creature to die. Snarling Koron joined the Ogryn in the melee smashing and crushing termagaunts left and right. There was more then enough room accommodate the bulk of both of them standing almost shoulder to shoulder exchanging blows against the onrushing horde.

The Tyranids numbers seemed endless until Koron decided he had enough, they where wasting too much time steaming a problem that could easily disrupt the Imperials lines as much as theirs. Burying his hands in the wall Koron tore a large chunk of rockacete out of the wall and hurled it into the latest wave of Tyranids, crushing them beneath it and blocking the way down. "We must press on to the war-camp" said Koron turning to the Ogryn who had wisely retureated upwards from Koron when it grasped his intentions of hurling the rockacete down the stairs.

The Ogryn seemed to groan some kind of reply but Koron didn't fully understand it as they resumed their journey upwards coming up rapidly to a glowing shaft of light, followed by a rush of fresh air.

"The trail leads that way" Says Nathaneal.

A while ago, my squad and I had arrived at where the Scholar's armory broke through the foundation of the surface and into the underhive. We investigated the scene. There were several dead cultists, as well as the bodies of PDF troops. There were actually a few survivors, but having seen us, we had no choice but to silence them for the good of the Empire. We were about to leave for the next battle zone when I saw them. Footprints.....Astartes footprints that led away from the carnage. There were no other chapters on this planet, so we deduced that it was a Fallen's trail. We pursued.

Now, we pass over endless ruins and innumerable dead forms of Tyranids. There are some still-living xenos skulking in the shadows, but they seem to shrink away from my squad probably sensing the field our teleporters give off. We merely resumed tracking. Our target is the Chaos Marine and we cannot waste time killing these creatures. We come to a blown out pipe where an explosion recently occurred. Yet another alien form lay at the epee-center of the blast. A big one. And it was still breathing. Burned and battered, the carnifex was still alive and, sensing our approach, it began to stir. Slowly, it brought itself to a standing position bracing itself on its fore-talons. Before my men could ask for orders, I activate my teleporter and shunt directly onto the top of the beast's back, something only the most experienced Interceptors are capable of. The carnifex had little time to process what was happening before I dipped both of my flachions into its neck, severing the spinal cord. The bewildered beast opened its mouth (probably because its jaw was the only thing it could move) but no sound came , and the carnifex fell back to the ground with a massive CRASH! My men look to me. I say "No more delays. Let's move!" "Yes sir!" They reply.

About a half hour later, the trail leads to a staircase that went up. We stop outside. I turn to Kruger "What are your readings?" After a moment Kruger says "There are multiple xenos life forms in this stairwell. Strange that they're not running away like the others." I take in the new information. "All the same, stay frosty." We begin climbing the stairs with Callen and his psycannon taking point with me right after. If something is waiting for us, the first thing it will meet is death. Nothing happens as we are nearing the top. I call over my shoulder, "What is the status on those xenos, Kruger?" A reply "Just a moment sir....they are still there, but they are now all bunched up". Something isn't right, I thought. "Double check your storm bolters and proceed with caution." Suddenly a chorus of chitters and screeches come from above us accompanied with the sound of scuttling claws upon the stone stairs. My hunch was right. "Open fire!". The Tyranids swarmed down the stairs, trampling over each other and into the path of fire. With Callen's pyscannon, we made short work of the assailing gaunts. Since there were no more coming, we went back to climbing the steps until we came to fallen slab of rockrete that blocked the way entirely. "So, that's why they attacked. They were cornered beasts" observes Nathaneal. I say "We have not found a body yet, so we can presume the Traitor Marine did this to stave off the xenos. Everyone set teleporters to close range an teleport to the other side. He shall not escape!"

On the other side we continued to the surface and finally exited the hell of the underhive.

(Koron and Probo don't have to be there. I'm waiting on you to post)

Koron felt a moment of unease as if something was following him, no hunting him. He and the Ogryn that had guided him to the surface had managed to trek several blocks, arriving just on the eve of the outer city districts. They had emerged behind the rear of the Imperials west flank, though it appeared only occupied by skeleton personal manning barricades or watching the major road junctions. Any personal encountered where easily put off by the intimating bloody images that the two champions exuded as they jogged through the city. As a result they only met minimal resistance.

Gradually Korons unease grew until eventually he scavenged the kit of a recently killed scout. With a flick of his wrist Koron attempted to remove the blood and brain matter that dripped over the scope, failing Koron looked through anyway back in the direction they had just came. It took a moment for the image to resolve through all the blood grit and smoke but what he saw was unmistakable. A squads worth of space marines came jogging out of the staircase entrance, wearing shining white armour that repelled Korons sight, followed by a burning sensation. Grey Knights. Just as Koron scoped in more detail to identify the commander of the squad, one of the Grey Knights looked intently in his direction as if he could see Koron as plain as day and pointed in his direction.

Throwing the scope aside Koron started in a sprint in the opposite direction "We move now!" he yelled to the Ogryn. They where in no condition for a serious fight, let alone against a squads worth of Grey Knights they needed numbers and superior fire power on their side if they wanted any chance of bringing them down. Just as Korons head raced with thoughts dwelling on the possibility of being rammed with a nemesis weapon in his back, his in-bult vox set scrambled to life within his ruined helm "...Koron, Lord Koron are you there?" Koron eagerly snatched the helmet off his belt and fitted it back on his head "This is Koron, Xathus is that you?" "Yes milord, we feared the worse upon hearing of your craft catching alight..." "Never mind that I need transport now! The Astraties demon hunters are right behind me and I have near to nothing left to fight them with!"

"Of course mi lord, I have naturally dispatched the possessed sect via rhino transport they should be arriving any moment" Koron grinned under his shattered helmet. "Excellent. You may achieve ascension yet Xathus".

I saw the wretched Chaos Marine! He was observing us with a scope, standing next someone else that was obviously not Astartes, but also not human. I point directly at their forms and shout to my squad, "There is the enemy! See how they attempt to escape retribution! Set your teleporters to pursuit mode!" They all do as ordered and with one shunt, half of the distance between the two groups is lost. We won't be able to make another shunt for the next 2 minutes. Even so, we run after our quarries with a vengeance, sporadically firing off our wrist mounted storm bolters (obviously not Callen because he has a psycannon). A few shots bounce off the Traitor Marine's shoulder pauldrons but otherwise have no effect. We continue the chase for another minute and our teleporters are almost ready to be used again. With one more shunt we will have them I think to myself. Your time is up.

But something unforeseen by Leonatos happened. A rhino drove at full speed to our position. At first I thought it to be reinforcements, but then as it neared I saw it more clearly. It was dark and rusty, covered in the 8-pointed stars of Chaos. It was reinforcements...but not ours. Still running I shout "Prepare yourselves fore the Heretic has aid!" I thought the vehicle sought to ram us, but then it turned in the direction of the Chaos Marine on foot. Surely he doesn't plan to escape, I thought. Such a notion contradicts Chaos principle. Even so...."Brothers, teleport and disable that vehicle!" We appeared perhaps twenty yards from the Marine (and other person) we were originally chasing. The rhino came to a halt in front of them. "Callen, fire a the tracks", I bark. He did, and with utmost accuracy, destroyed the vehicles left track that was facing in our direction.

In a moment all movement ceased. We stood there, me with my squad and him with his Orgryn companion. Me and him locked gazes (as neither of us wore helmets). I call out "End of the line heretics. You shall outrun your fate no longer!" Then he did something unexpected....He laughed. He laughed and replied is a ragged voice, "You think I'd run away from a fight? How insulting!" Just then, the loading ramp of the rhinos fell open, and as it did, I felt the psychic pressure that came with them. 4 forms bounded out of the transport, some with a certain primal gate to their step. They had spikes protruding from their bodies. A couple had claws or tentacles that replaced their limbs. One even had four arms, in which he held four chain axes. These were the lowest of the low in the Grey Knight's eyes. Those so desperate for power or blinded by pure rage that cast their own souls aside and offer their bodies for daemons to infest. The possessed. My squad and I ready ourselves for combat.

"Fear not brothers", I say "fore we are the hammer!" "We are the hammer!" they reply.

OOC: I guess you can requip a weapon from inside the rhino now. btw anyone else want to join this fight?

OOC: other than the trenches, I assume that this is an open, level plain we are on. we are just outside the city so no buildings. There are forces of both sides in the distant (like at least a mile).

Porbo growled as they continued, this one did not favor conversation, already making a good impression on the silent protector. His body was battered and scarred as the rending claws had no issue carving up his flesh. The only reason he still lived was because of luck and the space marines intervention. As the Marine bellowed orders and jogged with him, Porbo followed suit staying just behind him and to the right, like always with his bosses. Little of significance happened until Porbo spotted the persists through his eye pieces. They were Astartes no doubt, but part of him ached as they closed in, as if their very presence made him ill. When they finally were within attacking distance Porbo once again thought he had met his fate, twice for one day. Once again however as if something was watching over their journey, splended reinforcements arrived. Porbo groaned as he leaned over and hefted a slab of broken rock onto his back with the intent of hurling it at the loyalists. They were hardy but the slab was massive, nearly the size of the rhino that appeared. "Run bosssss." He groaned as he hefted the massive chunk at the knights, hoping to buy enough time to do his duty proper.

(For the moment)

Koron watched the possessed charge into the ranks of the Grey Knights, then ran into the interior of the rhino grabbing hold of a 8 pointed star icon that was over 2 meters long then he flung it into hands of the Ogryn "Use it well". Then Koron re-entered the interior of the rhino, equipping a spare bolt pistol and chain-sword. He had no intention of fighting up-close and personal instead he mounted the heavy bolter mount then swung around in the direction of the grey knights. They numbered 5 in total with one commander wielding dual blades sparring and parrying with the lead possessed which swung away with its 4 chain axes.

It was difficult to determine any kind of clear winner but one of the possessed fell before a Grey Knight that wielded a bolter. Grinning Koron seized on the opportunity of catching the Grey knight off-guard in the sprawling melee as he unloaded the heavy bolter rounds into the vulnerable Grey Knight. The Grey Knight tried vainly to rise from the punishing barrage of bolter rounds but eventualy the rounds found their mark and he was reduced to a blood drenched corpse. Some of the bolter rounds went wild hitting other the Grey Knights and the possessed but the possessed merely shrugged off the rounds flesh mending wherever bolts found their mark.

The possessed thought otherwise dead at the hands of the fallen Grey Knight rose again and launched itself back into the melee. Koron thought he could triumph here but if the sayings of the Daemon hunters where true it was only a matter of time until they broke the possessed through their psychic powers and indomitable will.

Koron ducked from the bolter mount as rounds scored across its plate, then strode to the driver compartment of the rhion transport. "Get us back to our lines, the possessed can hold them off long enough" "Milord one of the tracks have been severed we may lose control of the transport" Koron cursed and punched the side of the rhino denting its interior integrity then his vox unit buzzed "Milord the bloodpact battalion is close to your position, entrenched with heavy guns and armor they should have some more conventional means of transporting you to the rear of our lines" Koron considered this for a moment, then a thought occurred. "Patch me through with the traitor head of ordnance" There was a brief delay, while the battle outside continued to rage in earnest.

"Milord" Responded the traitor head of ordnance. "Prepare a firing solution on these coordinates, lay down three rounds worth of bombardment then fire the smoke screen rounds" "It will be done milord"
One way or another Koron will return to his own lines, to prepare the host for the meat grinding war to come to take Aurum 5.

Porbo picked up the strange weapon but it was metal and had a sharp end so it was not difficult to figure out. His battered and bleeding body tried in vain to best the grey knight that managed to slip past his boulder. Every strike he made was parried easily. His body tried it's hardest to obey his mind, but even an Ogryn had its limits. Seeing the Corrupted Astartes make it to the Rhino was enough to calm his mind. He turned to the strange hunter who had followed him just in time to lift his weapon and block an incoming attack, he was on the losing side and he knew it. The older cuts grew and blood ran freely down his body. Surely the third time was the final time he would come close to death without greeting it. Porbo caught the assailants weapon in the circle of the star and twisted hard, ripping the tip of the weapon off in a screech of metal, but the hunter was not deterred. Just as the weapon broke a silver fist came through and his Porbo square in the eye piece, shattering one and cracking the other. Porbo roared and reared back in pain, dropping his weapon on the ground as he did. The Loyalist seemed pleased as he did not strike Porbo down the instant his defenses fell. Suddenly as Porbo was sure his life was over, the screaming of artillery was heard.

Koron felt the explosive thump of the artillery barrage rock the unstable rhino. Finally something goes to plan. "Start this beast up to lure Grey Knights away" "Yes milord" The Astraties driver uttered some kind of incantation as he set and locked speeds and gear then blasted the steering controls with his bolt pistol. Leaving the chaos corrupted rhino to the mercy of daemon infused machine spirit Koron and the rhino driver hastily exited via the rear deployment ramp. The rhino sped off wildly into the rising smoke falling all around the area shrouding everything in all consuming white smog.

"Which way?" Koron asked in low tone to the rhino driver, fearing that raising his voice would attract the attentions of the Grey Knights. The driver gestured in one direction and they began to set off when Koron almost tripped over an icon of chaos, which was not far from a large figure faced down in the middle of the street. It was the Ogryn, it was barely alive but Koron sensed the pulse of life emanating from its body. Perhaps it could still prove to be useful to his service, for what Koron had in mind he would need many powerful ambitious brutes to oversee his grand designs to win this war. "Milord?" Koron noticed he was staring at the body for a few long moments.

"Bring him, it not in the dark gods designs for this creature to perish now" Koron commanded. "And when did you become a dark apostle of the Word Bearers Koron?" "This is not the time you insubordinate wretch!" The flicker of blue flashed against the smoke, signaling the taking of the leading possessed life as its death cry echoed through-out the battlefield. "We better move, I will forgive your speaking out of term this once but do so again and I will have your head!" Grunting the driver took up the weight of the Ogryn and set off in the direction of the Bloodpact lines. Koron followed suite retrieving the Icon and disappearing into the white mists.