[Hedgewise]

“Impact in five, BRACE!” Kraven bellowed as he opened his mouth and relaxed his body in preparation.

Moments after the warning the entire pod crashed into the ground shaking the passengers heavily within despite the foam brace that deployed to lessen the blow. Ignoring the rattled feeling and the twinge in his augmentation joints Kraven nimbly released his straps and leapt from his drop pod which had landed roughtly 88 metres from Captain Demos and his team according to his helmet auspex.

Once his feet touched the ground and as his helmets auto-senses instantly filtered the dust and sun glare he surveyed his surroundings, the first thing he saw being a platoon  of PDF standing, or in some cased sprawled on the ground, at the entrance of their barracks less than ten feet away, shocked at the earth shaking landing and his eerie appearance through the dust said landing had thrown up.

“NONE CAN STAND BEFORE THE FURY OF THE RIGHTOUS!” was Kraven’s reaction before he depressed the trigger of his Heavy Bolter and loosed a storm of kraken rounds into the guardsmen who had enough time to realized how screwed the where before their command squad and their first two squads were pulped like rotten fruit and their barracks front wall was repainted and ventilated. The last remaining NCO’s ordered for their men to take cover but as it was designed to the Deathwatch’s rapid landing via drop pod had caught the unit unprepared and out in the open…easy prey for Kraven’s heavy weapon.

Once the last guardsman, who begged and cried for mercy whilst splattered in the remains of his former comrades, was finished with a swift kick to the sternum, snapping him like a twig, Kraven turned to see how his new battle-brothers fared.

[Swarbie]

Artos clambered out of the seat. The enemy was close. His mind began to speed up, filling with anger and fury and the need to kill.

Dimly, he registered Rant firing his lascannon, and Laran firing his heavy bolter.

He searched for enemies.

A number of kroot, standing in front of a group of PDF troopers. He charged.

His knife flashed, taking the life of a foul xenos before the rest could realise what was happening. Then they saw him, and the battle sped up.

They danced around his armoured form, searching for a weak point. They were fast.

But he was faster.

He spun around. his blade flickering out and taking enemies in the throat, the head, the chest. The last one managed to knock aside his blade.

He grabbed the unfortunate kroot with his left fist, his fingers curling around the front of its skull. He squeezed and the kroot's head shattered like an over-ripe melon.

He picked up his knife and ran towards the group of now terrified humans.

He could see them cowering. Small, weak, not strong like other enemies. These were not enemies.

These were prey.

He hit their lines like a thunderbolt. 

[Heroka Vendile]

Hunrik reviewed the schematics of the enemy base as the drop-pod plummeted through the atmosphere. He held an innate dislike for drop-pods, it was the lack of personal control over their journey more than anything else, his chapter had had only a few recorded incidents in its entire history of deploying by this method - much preferring airborne assault from thunderhawks.

With a roar the retros kicked in hard, rapidly decelerating the pod from terminal velocity as it burst from the clouds with the other two craft.

Seconds later the drop-pod crunched into the ground, mag-locks releasing Deathwatch from their harnesses and hatches smashing down onto the hard packed dirt as the marines charged out to confront their foe.

Barely twenty meters away one of the Tau Devilfish grav-tanks sat on its landing gear facing them, its commander popped his hatch to look at the scene before him. An expression Hunrik could only guess as being dumbstruck upon his blue-skinned face. Before the Tau had a chance to react further the veteran had swung his heavy bolter up and fired a short burst at the alien, shredding its body and blowing its skull apart.

He advanced on the tank as its two gun drones came to life, opening fire with their pulse carbines on the marines deploying from the pod. Hunrik started reciting the Rite of Hatred through his external speaker as he fired off another controlled burst from the heavy bolter, smashing one of the drones to pieces.

Pain filled his world suddenly as several shots hit him from the Devilfishes burst cannon, two breaching his chest armour while a third smashed into his throat. The litany stopped as he crashed to the ground. The world spun, warning symbols flashed across his helmet optics, reporting the armour breaches and his injuries. His vision went in and out of focus, a painful cough splattered blood across the inside of his helmet.

The blood had already stopped flowing from his wounds as he ripped his helmet off without ceremony. Gunfire blazed back and forth over where he lay on his side as the deathwatch engaged the enemy. Another agonising cough sprayed blood across the dirt. They had been powerful close-range shots that had struck him. Hunriks breathing was laboured, he suspected at least one lung was damaged, possibly two, along with the throat wound causing major damage.

His vision went out of focus again, a devastating headache racking his brain as the blood flow adjusted itself to compensate for the lost arteries.

A hefty pair of black boots appeared next to him, looking up, Hunriks vision came back into focus enough for him to recognise Captain Corvin stood over him, gun blazing away at the enemy as he called out for the medic.

Hunrik coughed blood across Corvins boots then slumped over unconscious.

[Inquisitor Ranovack]

 Peleus saw brother Hunrik go down and let out a howl of rage. How dare the scum harm another of his brothers he advanced on the Xenos vehicle fireing his plasma cannon as he went. He deliberatly allowed the scanners on the heretical vehical to pick him up so that he would draw fire from his wounded brother.
 2 shots took out the last drone and then 3 more disabled one of the transports engine. the resulting explostion destroyed the sensors which aimed the fearsome xenos cannon.
In his anger at the Xenos he forgot about the draw back of all plasma weapons and only remebered it when a high pitched squealing  warned him that the cannon was about to go critical. He unstapted the ammunition back pack and launched the entire weapon and pack at the transport. It landed on top of it's armoured drivers slit, bounced once then exploded gauging a hole in the ground around where the transport had been moments before. With a shout of rage he drew his trusted weapons and charged at an unfortunate group of traitor troopers being led by a piece of bipedal blue skinned  filth and began to bring the Emporers wrath with all his might. His claw crackled as it tore through armour and bodies as he crashed into the enemy.

[Koval]

In the light of the exploding plasma cannon, Rant almost saw the Tau vehicle being torn apart like a paper doll. Something in the vehicle must have overloaded after Brother Peleus' reckless assault, and the explosion must have catalysed it. Bits of charred wreckage rained into the blazing crater where the tank had been sitting moments before.

While effective, the attack had been wasteful, and it almost seemed to Rant as though his brother had deliberately overloaded the gun. As it was, he was lucky that it hadn't exploded in his hands.

As if about to show Peleus how it should be done, while at the same time not caring in the slightest, Rant took aim through the range-finder as another Devilfish lurched into the air, turning almost ponderously to face the Deathwatch. Its burst cannon was revolving, powering up to fire, and the two gun drones swivelled in their cradles, angling their own guns in their direction as the Devilfish continued to rise.

The grav-tank's engines were exposed on the side of the boxy vehicle, and Rant's attention snapped away from the spinning burst cannon for a split-second, just long enough to alter his aim and pull the trigger. The familiar lance of brightness flashed out and drilled a hole in the Devilfish's engine pod just as the burst cannon fired. Bright blue pulses of energy soared overhead as the Devilfish yawed, its one good thruster driving it onto its side as it swung out to the right. The drone in its starboard cradle squawked as it smashed apart against the earth, a mere second before the entire Devilfish flipped onto its back with a horrible metallic crunching noise. The second drone fell out of its cradle and broke apart like the first.

Predictably, the burst cannon stopped firing.

75% power became 66% as Rant swung around and fired again, noticing the Pirahnas a split-second before his brothers and destroying one almost instantly.

It made sense that the Tau would respond by sending fast attack units like the Pirahnas, but how long might it take for the Tau to start bringing in heavier units? Until the Deathstorm fell, the Deathwatch would be on their own against an army.

[Simeon Blackstar]

Martell had encountered problems on hitting the ground.  Like Rant, his door had opened into a wall.  This one was the side of a bunker though, and made of sterner stuff.  The door opened 45 degrees and stopped, not leaving enough of an opening for him to get out.  As the mag-clamps disengaged from his armour, he threw his shoulder against the door, before realising that it would not budge.  Bracing himself, he brought up the multimelta, took a deep breath, then triggered a one-second burst at virtually point blank range.  The radiation alarms in his armour began to shriek at him, his photo-reactive autosenses cut out all vision to prevent him being blinded by the glare, and he could feel the heat through the thick ceramite of his armour.  When vision returned, a large section of the pods door had been obliterated by the sub-atomic energy blast.  The barrel of the weapon was scorched into rainbow patterns, but the contruction of the Mechanicus had held.  Not for the first time, he thanked the Emperor for looking well upon their efforts.

Ducking through the opening, he was just in time to notice one Devilfish fall to a massive burst of plasma, then another gunned down by Rant's lascannon.  He hefted his own weapon, and was rewarded when the roar of engines preceded the arrival of three small skimmers.  Burst cannon fire blazed from two, but the third carried a fusion cannon.  The stream of energy shot out, seeking to destroy the lightning-clawed figure slicing his way through the nearest group of traitors.  Fortunately, he lunged at the right moment and the blast passed harmlessly a mere foot from his pauldrom and less harmlessly into the chest of their Tau leader.  The fragile alien fell to the ground, reduced to legs, arms and a head.

Raising the multimelta, Martell claimed his first kills of the campaign.  His own beam of energy lanced out, cutting the craft in half.  Shorn of weight and pilot, the separated engines leapt forward and crashed into the rear of the one in front, slewing it round.  The stricken Piranha recovered briefly before the next blaze of white power pierced both engine pods.  Rant had already taken the third down with his lascannon by the time he tracked to it.

One of the recently vacated drop pods suddenly crumpled backwards as if hit by an enormous invisible fist, followed a second later by a loud crack.  It was a sound any member of the Deathwatch with experience fighting the Tau knew well.  The heavy armour was on its way, and they needed to find cover.

[Swarbie]

A loud crack, and, right at the edge of Artos' enhanced hearing, a low boom.

Artos cocked his head, then dove to one side as another railcannon shot was fired, this one missing the marines and the drop-pods, taking out a bunker instead.

The shock cleared his mind. He activated his vox-unit.

++The enemy's heavy tanks have arrived brothers. Seek cover. I suggest we begin moving towards the objective++ 

++Agreed++, came the replies of his brothers.

The Tau Hammerhead tanks were deadly, with a long range and powerful weaponry. They would have to be careful.

[Necris]

"Agreed, Corvin take half the force head for the primary objective I'll take the rest and seal the gate."

He stepped from cover his powerfist pulverising an unlucky Firewarrior as he stepped into the path of a Pariah, the crew opened fire their pulse rounds impacting against his armour, the internal spirit of his armour complained against the punishment, as the vehicle banked away he leapt forward into it's path slamming his fist into it's prow the power fields shock buckle the armoured hull punching his hand through into the engine core which ignited exploding around him engulfing his form in a ball of flame. 

Striding from the wreckage his armour aflame he strode forward gun barking as he back handed a human sending his crushed body twisting through the air.

"Rant with me, your las cannon will be of use."

He fired again emptying the bolter he dropped the magazine from it using the weapon he bludgeoned a tau aside then slid a new one into place and started firing again cutting down half a dozen Tau, he twisted a las shot impacting against his shoulder plate and corrected his stance a growl escaping his lips his eyes picked out the shooter a human behind a las cannon the shot had clipped him but it was enough to stagger him, charging his fist almost tore the human in half he turned as something landed behind him dragging the las cannon he smashed the weapon into the heavy suit sending it sprawling three shots ended it, his eyes adjusted as the stealth field died.

"Stealth Suits!"

He risked a look up as the next wave of drop pods rained down he counted twenty pods his eyes following as the crashed across the strongholds outer defences several landing within the inner walls and his enhanced ears picked out the rapid retorts of the assault cannons firing. He caught a kroot as it leapt at him his powerfist closing around it's throat even as it stabbed at him with it's crude dagger.

"Send in the Gale."

His vox came to life the bead from Xenos Bane.

"Confirmed ETA two minutes."

With a final flex the Kroot's throat exploded, and he pushed on signalling for those to follow as he ducked down between two barracks.

[Inquisitor Ranovack]

Peleus barely noticed the  heat of energy fly past him from the fusion cannon as he sliced his way through the scum. As he heard of the heavy armour he grunted his affermative then stopped for a split second to look around. He noticed numerous bunkers to take cover in then saw Hunrik lieing in the open.
As he ran to help his brother, Peleus shook his head scolding himself for letting his reckless hate get in the way of his duty to his brothers again. He skidded to a halt on his knees next to hunrik fired off the rest of his magasine at the numerous traitor PDF troops trying to take him and his wounded brother out and then picked up Hunrik and ran to the nearest bunker as the first hammerhead apeared at the end of the street.

When they were safely in cover Peleus carefully placed Hunrik on the ground, then dressing the most obvious wounds, asked
'Where does it hurt Brother?'

[Kallidor]

Laran kicked his way through a heavy door and flooded the corridor with a sonic scream that sent those within into agonising spasms. He saw a Tau at the end of the corridor and locked eyes with it. It wasn't a warrior, probably an Earth Caste engineer by the looks of it and it stood petrified, unable to look away from Laran's gigantic armoured form. No doubt, his bestial helmet, burning eyes and hunched feral shape easily overwhelmed the worker's courage keeping it rooted to the spot.

Still looking at the diminutive Tau he bellowed into the face of the nearest human soldier. Everyone in the corridor was severely disabled from his initial attack but at this range his extended bark of rage and hatred sent the downed trooper into another violent fit until his eyes exploded and frothy blood poured out of his head. It was an attack designed to provoke the utmost fear in the Tau watching, for the mighty human warrior it was staring at needed only a word to kill his enemies.

"You'd better run little Tau, the Emperor's Wrath is indiscriminate." He stood up and began to advance and the worker finally regained some control of itself and fled.

Other Tau rushed into the corridor, warriors this time, but Laran was far too close for their unwieldy rifles to be brought to bear. He grabbed the nearest, crushing the delicate barrel in his fist and slammed a palm into the Tau's head. The other tried to fire but a back hand sent it flying into the corridor. More Tau personnel were there, scrambling to finish some vital duty or simply to escape. Time for another gruesome display.

The Tau tried to stand and fight but another dismissive blow sent it sprawling into the wall, it tripped over its own clumsy hooves and fell on its backside. One arm against the wall, one on the floor it pulled itself in closer to the wall, bracing itself for the inevitable but Laran was not going to simply kill his opponent.

He snatched for the Tau and it struggled with him but against the strength of an Astartes the Tau's attempts were pathetic. It squirmed loose but Laran caught hold of its leg, dragging it back with a squawk of its helmet mic. He ripped the Tau's helmet off and threw it down the corridor sending it bouncing and scuffling away like a plastek bowl.

The Tau shouted as it was dragged towards the hulking Marine and he jabbered back mocking the Tau's odd, glottic language. Laran flipped the Tau over and put one arm around its waist and it continued to jabber until he dug the fingers of his free hand into its skull. It cried out and moaned as shock sent the tiny creature into spasm. There were several Tau watching in mute horror and Laran took off his own helmet and sank his teeth into the Tau's exposed brain. He peeled away a chunk along with the brain sac and he heard the sound of vomiting in the distance. He spat out the bloody membrane and began to eat, great mouthfuls emptying the skull quickly.

He let the body flop to the floor, and fumbled with his helmet, quickly replacing it and closed his eyes, sending himself into a trance in order to unlock some of the Tau's memory. It was disjointed and confusing, and such a low level warrior knew very little. He was dimly aware of something tapping his armour but ignored as he sifted through the more coherent memories, those most used. He saw the barracks block, the mess and most of one level of the base and up onto the ramparts and an armoury filled with explosives.

He shuck his head and realised the tapping was pulse shots thumping into his chest. The neat holes were still steaming and he picked up Kah'Brosh and lashed all around with a destructive cacophony that sent papers flying and machines sparking. He was too far away to effect all his attackers so he charged, blasting out chords as he went and shouting prayers to the Emperor.

[Necris]

Demos stepped into the bunker behind Peleus his bolter firing over his brother marines head he strode past the two looking down as he went.

"Get his patched up and on his feet."

"Yes Captain."

He pushed on moving to the end of the bunker his fist connected with the wall smashing a large chunk free he exited into quiet behind the enemy's tanks with a look around he stalked towards the closest hammer head as it's main gun fired, he flinched for a second as he link to the rest of the squad flickered for a second, his helmet display told him everyone was still active and alive their life signs still strong, even Hunrik's despite the wound to his throat.

Striding up to the tank his powerfist crackled with barely contained energy when it impacted against the rear of the tank the hull buckled and spilt, a second blow opened up a hole large enough for him to toss in a frag grenade, immediately after the detonation he tossed in a krak grenade and ducked round the tank as the detonation tore the hull open like the bowels of some leviathan.

"Squad push on to your objectives, the tanks will have little effect in this terrain."

He sent a second signal calling Rant, Kurtis, Artos and Kraven to him the rest he designate to Crovin's command, and the objective of the Central Bastion and the tau command, his target was somewhat less glorious but all so more important, the gate his eyes fell upon it in the distance, it lay open giving the forces of the stronghold free run to reinforce and supply their force.

A loud explosion brought his attention round, smoke drifted from some impact in the short distance, a loud voice crackled over the vox network.

++I am the death that walks, The eternal Gale, I am Sirus and I long for war!++

He killed that link and nodded in respect as the sound of an assault cannon came to his ears. His attentive hearing alerted him to something in the distance and he turned to face it, a deep green crisis suit similar to that of the Dark Angles heraldry stood before him, it was a non-standard design a pair of plasma weapons mounted on one arm in a twin linked set up, the other bore a flamer unit, it levelled the plasma weapons at him and fired  his shoulder moved instinctively ducking the blast as it seared past blistering the paint of his armour, as he stood again he fired his bolter the shots exploding before the suit.

"Shields, a cowards defence."

He charged the suit as Kurtis rounded a corner his heavy bolter discarded and his own bolter and chain sword in his hands, Kurtis gave him cover as he charged the round detonating on the shield as his own had done, he leapt powerfist roaring through the air the suit leapt to the air jet packs burning as it fled weapon firing, the suit caused a good hit against him the shot punching a hole in his armour between the chest plate and shoulder his blood boiling from the heat of the plasma weapon, he roared and returned fire despite his arm being wounded, he'd received worse in his life this would be a trifle, a trial to make the battle more of a challenge for him, the suit dropped behind a bunker and he turned his fire against a group of humans rushing towards them activating his vox as he did.

"Tau senior commander sighted, green crisis suit, non-standard configuration, the bastard is shielded from ranged attack."

He looked to Kurtis.

"My thanks little brother."

Kurtis nodded back

"The gate awaits us."

[Koval]

"Shielded from ranged attacks, but can simply flee from close combat," Rant observed, sniping at an errant Pirahna as it passed overhead. The small craft spiralled out of control, a glowing gash torn in its underside. Flames flickered from the wound as the craft ploughed into the ground several metres behind their position, crashing upside down and smearing its crew across the ground in a streak of blue blood.

"So, proposal."

"Brother, I tire of your proposals," Demos sighed, "but out with it."

"Enemy shield most likely designed to protect from small arms and light artillery. So, can use lascannon to put strain on shield, possibly breach it. Can kill enemy commander or at least cripple battlesuit."

"Brother--"

"Take cover!" Artos shouted, interrupting Demos' argument, and the Deathwatch scrambled for cover as a spray of explosive projectiles churned up the ground around them. A clod of burning mud slapped against Rant's shoulderguard but he paid it no heed.

Rant whirled around as the Hammerhead lurched off the ground some seventy metres away, its engines rumbling as it rose into the air. It was an ugly thing, sharing the boxy, somewhat bulbous chassis of the smaller Devilfish, but the drones in the cradles were devoted to carrying a pair of heavy burst cannon, slaved to a targeting module in the Hammerhead's prow. On top of the tank, Rant caught sight of the Hammerhead's main gun, a massive railgun as long as the tank itself. Flat and wide, the railgun's heavy projectiles would be accelerated to several times the speed of sound, easily capable of punching a hole straight through a tank and liquefying the crew from high-velocity decompression. It could also project a cluster of smaller projectiles in a spread, as it had just done, saturating a wide area with high-explosive submunitions.

For something so ugly, the Hammerhead was a feared tank-killer and reaper of infantry all at once, and constituted a vital threat. In the dense terrain, its burst cannons could easily make a mess of the kill-team and the railgun's submunitions would be truly devastating.

A shot from Rant's lascannon impacted upon the railgun, putting it out of action, but the Hammerhead itself was still moving, its burst cannons still tracking the Deathwatch, opening fire at fifty metres and stitching a line towards Rant as the targeting module corrected the drones' aim. Earth sprayed upwards in clumps as the burst cannons traced their way towards him, impeding his aim, and Rant paused for the briefest moment to ensure that the Hammerhead was still in his sights. It was drawing closer and Rant could almost pick out the cyclopean viewscreen atop its prow, protecting the Hammerhead's pilot from the world outside.

"Brother, get down!" Demos yelled. Rant ignored him, finally lining up the perfect shot and pulling the trigger just as burst cannon shots smashed into his greaves. The impacts rocked him, but he held firm as his shot speared straight through the tiny viewscreen and incinerated the Hammerhead's pilot. The Hammerhead swayed, the burst cannons still firing, and it nosedived, gouging a furrow along the ground with a terrific crunch. The aft section slammed down and the tank bounced before coming to a halt.

Rant finally noticed that his greaves had been breached, and his knee flared up in sudden pain as he tried to turn back to his brothers. A strangulated grunt filtered up the vox as the armour's internal painkiller stimms kicked in.

"That was reckless," Demos snarled, "and nigh-on suicidal, Brother-Sergeant."

"Grav-tank neutralised, Commander," Rant answered with a shrug. "Worth risk to silence lethal weaponry."

Rant counted just over 40% charge remaining for his lascannon, enough for five more shots. He planned to make those five shots count before switching over to his bolter, although in the confines of a military complex he would be starved of worthwhile targets, unless the enemy brought up battlesuits, or their commander appeared again.

"But no time for recriminations," Rant observed. "Gate is open. But looks like trap."

[Inquisitor Ranovack]

Peleus patched up Hunriks wounds as Demos stormed through the bunker and gave him a multi shot to help speed his recovery then helped him on to his feet.

'this os no time for a nap' he said as he ran to the next bunker which would provide cover for him on his way to the objective, reloading and fireing as he went.
as he kicled down the door 3 PDF troops nd a tau warrior tried to bring their weapons round to gun him down. Peleus dived forward and tackled 2 of the traitors to the ground. The forc of his geneticaly enhanced body smashing them to the floor broke their backs.  he span around and saw the barrel of a pulse rifle pointed t his head

[Necris]

Demos allowed himself a smile, Rant was reckless but his results spoke for themselves, he stood a short distance from the Iron Hand looking at the gate, he agreed the Gate could be a trap but that didn't change the objective, close it seal the enemy outside the Inner compound outside.

He turned to regard to the Iron Hand his eyes locking onto his target.

"Rant!"

The Iron Hand turned to regard him as he brought his bolter to bear on the Iron Hand, Rant reacted by swinging his Las Cannon round but he was too slow as Demos opened fire the rounds missing Rant by centimetres as Demos fired past him into the enemy beyond. Once Demos had ceased firing Rant turned looking at the Steal Suit a combat blade held in it's off hand the glow of the blade dying as the tau holding it expired.

Demos stepped up beside Rant removing his helmet he hooked it on his belt and knelt down beside the dead tau.

"This suit is not a normal stealth suit."

"No, suit is lighter than regular stealth units."

Demos reached out tearing the helm from the tau a few moments later he scooped the brain matter into his mouth feasting upon the grey matter. He stood wiping the gore from his face.

"Their disposition at the gate is heavy, they are using it as a staging point for reinforcements this is where this one came from, he's unique though a special forces unit specialising is removing enemy commanders, the Tau coordinating the counter attack is the green suited crisis suit, he's commanding the human colonel as he brings up some heavy tanks from the outer compound, those gates must be closed at all costs."

"Gun Servitors would make good distraction."

He laughed slapping Rant's shoulder.

"You never give up do you Iron Hand, Servitors maybe a distraction but I can think of a more disruptive one."

He keyed his vox.

"Combat squad Alpha on my location now!"

He looked round as the others he'd chosen joined him.

"We have to close that gate, Kraven and I will see to that, Rant use your las cannon to destroy the gate motors once they are closed if they want in they'll have to blast their way in, Kurtis, Artos you're giving cover to Kraven and I then to Rant."

"Still matter of enemy staging ground."

He nodded keying his vox again.

"Xenos Bane this is Demos."

"Reading you."

Kurtis turned and opened fire quickly followed by Kraven and Artos as Demos and Rant stood.

"Prepare an Orbital strike, locked by mine or Brother Rant's targeting matrix."

"Preparing now."

He looked at Rant as the other three laid down a hail of fire at a squad of armoured humans.

"We select the biggest and most densely populated targets and let the rain of the Emperor's wraith cleanse them."

He replaced his helmet and joined the fire.

"Squad move, pattern Codex Sigma Twelve."

He backed away a few paces then stopped lobbing a frag grenade at the humans it detonated before hitting the ground showering the traitors in hot fragments. Kurtis moved next falling back further than Demos doing the same action the repeated by the others until they could break fully from the combat.

"Ammo check."

He had one full clip for his bolter left but still had five clips for his bolt pistol, more than  enough.

[Swarbie]

Artos moved up, seeming distant despite the fact that his face was hidden by his helmet.

"Don't worry Kraven. I'm still in control."

Kraven nodded. "Good to see. Now, cover me as I go in." 

"Affirmative."

Kraven began moving towards the gates, Artos keeping watch over his brother.