Raphael yelled in pain, falling to one of his knees, dropping his left bolter, but grabbing a Krak Grenade from the belt of the Chaplain and activating it as he held it as high as he could, right into the face of the Corrupted Chaplain. The Hand of the Terminator might blow up, but so would the Apostles head! "YOUR JUDGMENT DAY HAS COME, TRAITOR!"
Battle A: Misdirected Boarding Action The grenade detonated, and the entire ship with it as the Ork's brought their mega laser battery to bear with a blinding eruption of light like a nova cannon the renegade ship and most everyone aboard it was devastated, the Ork Krooza plowing through the remains and continuing on with burning engines and chunks of metal having lacerated the hull allowing orks to bleed into space. The Son's battle Barge opened fire and blew it to pieces to keep the large chunk of rocket powered metal from hitting their own ship in one piece. Regardless the rest of the ork fleet was quite, quite pleased. "NOW DAT WAS SOME DAKKA!" Battle A: Ork Victory
Raphael smiled beneath his helmet as he was hovering in the void, his left gauntlet was completely blown off, but he had withstood the attempts of the Chaos forces to become one of theirs. He closed his eyes and prepared for his death. "You will judge my deeds... Father-Emperor... May the.... Praetors.... return to Orpheus.... Farewell... Brothers...." He whispered to himself, his Vox system having stopped to work with all the interference around and so the Praetors mind drifted into unconsciousness, the man being sure to have met his death and having been proud to have stood on the right side of the battle.
Battle B: Amongst the Green Tide Garnash was so consumed by his fight that he had not noticed the explosions, even as the orks around him turned to look he continued swinging little red. Just as he raised little red for an overhead chop a bolt round clipped it's haft right in front of his face and deflected just off course into the side of his helmet. The round had lost just enough inertia that it embedded itself inside his helmet instead of going through. The bolt exploded destroying his helmet and shredding his face even more than it already was. surprised and temporarily blinded Garnash tried to keep moving but tripped and fell to the ground. “Wut da zog?” Garnash muttered as he wiped the blood from his face. Actually paying attention to his surroundings he heard the several ork cries of “Space marine!” coming from a crowd off to his side. Standing up he looked around and saw a huge fire behind the enemy lines and space marines burning their way through the enemy orks. He knew a bolt round when he felt it, now he angry. “Sum poncy space marine git tinks ‘e can dakka me an get away wif it? OI YA HUMIE GITS CATCH!” As he bullrush through some of the ork lines and began throwing grenades at the scouts with flamers. OOC: Do space marine sniper rifles use bolt rounds? If they don’t regularly then this one could be modded or something.
OOC:We'll change the sniper rifle to a stalker pattern bolt gun ^.^ I kinda forgot a sniper wouldn't be practical that close anyways. Battle B: Amongst the Green Tide The scouts abandoned their perch above the orks and lunged back out the windows, latching onto their grapnels and climbing up to the roof. One scout was thrown from the window as his reflexes were too slow and a stikk bomb detonated at his back, sending a pile of lacerated meat in a scout carapace into the torn road way outside. The Scout Sergeant fired off two more rounds into the mob, dropping a nob from each side of the fight before retreating, tossing a Castellan Incendiary grenade back behind him and into the heart of the mob where it detonated in a bloom of consuming flames. On the roof above his scouts were affixing charges to key supports intending to bring the upper levels of the building down on the ground floor.
Battle B: Amongst the green tide Garnash was pissed, the cowardly space marines hadn’t leapt down to fight as it looked like they were going to. Instead they had climbed onto the roof with their fancy rope thingies. Now how was he gonna chop them into little bits. They had started a small inferno at the based of the building with the flamers and the incendiary grenade forcing orks to rush to the side to find doorways inside. Garnash was not a patient ork, he stomped over to one of the slain nobs grabbed it’s ‘eavy choppa and mostly intact helmet. Hefting an axe in each hand he charged the side of the building. By the wall near the the flames he leapt and swung little red into the wall, it chewed in securing itself. Muscles bulging he swung the choppa over head smashing it into the wall above himself. Garnash quickly ripped lil’red out of the wall and lifted himself up the wall as he swung, this he repeated this his rage fuelling his pace up the wall. At his rate of climb he was ascending faster than the boys charging through the building looking for stairs, ramps, and ladders. This also made him a good target, fortunately the looted vehicles had destroyed a substantial amount of the opposing ork’s roof mounted guns and the boyz below were quite occupied. Even so bullets struck the wall around him and deflected off his armour.
Battle B: Among the Green Tide The scout Sergeant ordered his scouts to continue prepping the charges, his bolter had run dry dealing with other orks climbing up and he didn't have time to reload with the ork charging him. Readying his chainblade he lunged at the ork, feinting a slash at his head only to step back with the blade and ram it forward to try and stab through his heart with the roaring blade. The other scout teams were embroiled in similar trouble but they wouldn't be easily dissuaded from their mission. A three fold battle had erupted in the city, the dueling warbosses and the bulk of their forces fighting at the center of the city while those behind the front lines were hunting the scouts in their midst.
Battle B: Amongst the Green Tide Garnash hated feints, they were just plain unorky and they made him angry. Carrying two-handed weapons in each hand slowed his parry was considerably slower knocking the blade down only a little before getting impaled by the chain sword. Garnash only saw red, he swung the 'eavy choppa over the space marines blade arm with a downward chop taking the arm off at the shoulder. At the same he continued the downward parry with lil’red hooking it’s haft on the chainsword’s guard pulling the weapon out. This left Garnash with his arms crossed down in front of him and the space marine sergeant was sent sprawling to his right. Pain suppressants, adrenaline, and a cocktail of combat drugs filled the sergeants veins allowing him to quickly recover. Grabbing his bolt pistol he began firing bolts into Garnash, who was roaring as he charged swinging both weapons. The sergeant ducked under the swings and rolled past Garnash firing as he went. Just as the clip was empty he was right next to his still running chain blade, quickly dropping the pistol he stood up with the chain blade in hand. And caught the ‘eavy choppa in the chest, Garnash in frustration had thrown the weapon with terrific force straight after the sergeant. The blow sent the sergeant flying through the air to land heavily over a meter away. Garnash’s world had turned red, hatred and pain becoming an all consuming rage. His roars turned incoherent as his mind fixated on the spilling of blood. The sergeant stood again his chest plate shattered along with some ribs, his arm had stopped bleeding already but his body was now dealing with the internal injuries dealt by the blow. The ork was bleeding profusely from the chest wound, but if anything it was just making the ork angry. Garnash was already upon the space marine and with two hands on lil’red was fast enough to prevent him from dodging, forcing him to block which resulted in a high pitched shrieking as the chain blades met. OOC: Sorry for the long response time midterm and some other stuff happened all at once. I tried to write a bit more to make up for it.
