operation hammer surge

[The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A)]

as liutenant svark looked out at the bridge on the 3rd day of the battle for the city of arshemag. for the first time in his life he hesitated about the efficiency of the captain's decision to capture this bridge. his thoughts were broken by his vox officer "sir?"
"yes corporal what is it?"
"we got a message from blue platoon, they're held up at dog brige, they're pinned down taking heavy cassualties and are running low on ammunition".
"send 190 squad down to assess the situation. you alright corporal?"
"sir, here that?"
svarks attention turned to a chanting sound coming from the other side of the bridge.
"sir, it's them."
the young guardsman had an expression of pure terror on his face.
suddenly a loud stomping sound came from the bridge.
the liutenant looked in the direction of the sound and felt his heart sink. "emporer protect us"svark wispered.
as the horrid form of a deamon prince of khorne strode forward followed by an entire battle group of traitor marines the men of green platoon prepared for what could be their last stand.
to be continued...

[Cadian 117]

coolness! A demon finally.....

[The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A)]

"open fire!"
as lasgun, heavy bolter, autocannon, and battle cannon fire eurupted in the traitors faces the
followers of khorne fell in their hundreds but still they came, unfaltering regardless of the casualties. those in the 2nd wave had to climb over the pile of corpses left by the 1st wave. they kept getting cut down, 10 of them for every 1 guardsman. but as the horrific deamon strode forth the guardsmen stpped firing, staring at the giant beast. then hell broke loos as the deamon thing killed guardsmen by the handfull. "draw arms for close quarters combat!!!" the liutenant ordered. "whats the situation down here sergeant!"
"sir! none of our weapons will touch it! even the lascannons won't penetrate it!"
"okay. fall back! fall back now!"
every guardsmen on the line ran back through the ruined streets of the city, all the time being pursued by the deamon and its followers. "into the bunker now!"
"but sir...!"
"go!!!"
svark rushed into the bunker, closing the fortified door behind him.
"liutenant! what are we doing in here. now the deamon has got us trapped!"
"would you rather be outside?"
to be continued...