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"One last push towards the centre of the ruins, brothers!" Chaplain Relius boomed, as ammunition servitors quickly scrambled to reload his heavy bolter while his retinue formed up.

The Ultramarines had been tasked with securing and clearing out a suspected Covenant bunker hidden within the ruins known only as 'The Kiln.' They deployed with a sizable force. Two full tactical squads, three Stormtalons, and five veterans from the first company as the Chaplain's retinue. This rag-tag faction of xenos had proven themselves to be of some considerable skill in this fight. Each species' strengths compensated for each other's weaknesses, they possessed an impressive mastery of plasma technology, and the 'elites' as single warriors possessed impressive martial skill. The initial battle for the ramparts saw the duties of 5 battle brothers end, the loss of one Stormtalon, and 3 of his retinue received wounds that required the immediate attention of the Apothecary. The Astartes quickly learnt that enemy morale was entirely dependent on the 'elites' existence. Once they were killed, the rest of the xenos quickly lost their will to fight. With the ramparts secured, Relius decided to take advantage of the open gaps in the ruins, by having the tactical squads supress the enemy, while the stormtalons continued to provide firesupport. Relius and what was left of his retinue would continue the attack alone. With the narrow walkways making maneuverability limited, Their weapons would make short work of the xenos, while denying them a chance to collectively counter attack. It was only now that the tactical squads began to consolidate for an eventual push into the center. The read out in his HUD confirmed his heavy bolter had a full belt of ammo.

"Alright brothers, we finish this! FOR THE EMPEROR!" He bellowed, as he and his retinue continued forward once more.

Although his days in the devastator companies were long behind him, Relius had taken a liking to the heavy bolter. To him, it represented everything the Imperium of Man should be. In defense, it was a grand iron bastion, laying waste to those that dared to assail its walls. In offense, a mighty warmachine, crushing those in its path beneath its tracks. Because of this, Relius chose to deploy with a heavy bolter where ever the situation deemed it feasible. The stubby xenos that stood before him quickly learnt why, as round after round tore through their ranks as though they were a mild inconvenience. As they relentlessly pushed into the centre, a lone elite charged into his left flank, activating glowing energy blade to finish the job. The xenos was quick. Brother Janos was quicker. He stepped in, forcing the elite to change targets. As it swung its blade towwards Janos, he unsheathed his chainsword, striking at the things wrist. the impact cause the strange blade to dislodge from its hand, and with a yelp it staggered backwards. Janos gave it no time to recover. He closed the distance, and clutched the aliens neck, violently bashing its skull with the butt of his chainsword. He quickly followed up with a devastating knee to its sternum, dropping it to its knees. Finally, Janos sawed the things neck from its shoulders. As its lifeless body collapsed to the ground, Jano held its head towards what was left of the enemy.

"Behold the fate that awaits you, xenos scum!" He roared, instilling a new sense of dread into the already thinned and frightened ranks.

To his right, Brother Meridas took up a firing position. He switched over to hellfire rounds, and unleashed a storm of The Emperor's fury into the floating towers the Covenant set up as firing positions. Round after round caused them to ignite in blue flames, before finally imploding in a brilliant explosion. Those that didn't die from the fall were soon snuffed out by Relius's heavy bolter. The Center had all but been cleared by the time the tactical squads had caught up with them.

"We've fought well, brothers. Now, let us consolidate this position, and await reinforcements and a full resupply."

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"One last push towards the centre of the ruins, brothers!" Chaplain Relius boomed, as ammunition servitors quickly scrambled to reload his heavy bolter while his retinue formed up.

The Ultramarines had been tasked with securing and clearing out a suspected Covenant bunker hidden within the ruins known only as 'The Kiln.' They deployed with a sizable force. Two full tactical squads, three Stormtalons, and five veterans from the first company as the Chaplain's retinue. This rag-tag faction of xenos had proven themselves to be of some considerable skill in this fight. Each species' strengths compensated for each other's weaknesses, they possessed an impressive mastery of plasma technology, and the 'elites' as single warriors possessed impressive martial skill. The initial battle for the ramparts saw the duties of 5 battle brothers end, the loss of one Stormtalon, and 3 of his retinue received wounds that required the immediate attention of the Apothecary. The Astartes quickly learnt that enemy morale was entirely dependent on the 'elites' existence. Once they were killed, the rest of the xenos quickly lost their will to fight. With the ramparts secured, Relius decided to take advantage of the open gaps in the ruins, by having the tactical squads supress the enemy, while the stormtalons continued to provide firesupport. Relius and what was left of his retinue would continue the attack alone. With the narrow walkways making maneuverability limited, Their weapons would make short work of the xenos, while denying them a chance to collectively counter attack. It was only now that the tactical squads began to consolidate for an eventual push into the center. The read out in his HUD confirmed his heavy bolter had a full belt of ammo.

"Alright brothers, we finish this! FOR THE EMPEROR!" He bellowed, as he and his retinue continued forward once more.

Although his days in the devastator companies were long behind him, Relius had taken a liking to the heavy bolter. To him, it represented everything the Imperium of Man should be. In defense, it was a grand iron bastion, laying waste to those that dared to assail its walls. In offense, a mighty warmachine, crushing those in its path beneath its tracks. Because of this, Relius chose to deploy with a heavy bolter where ever the situation deemed it feasible. The stubby xenos that stood before him quickly learnt why, as round after round tore through their ranks as though they were a mild inconvenience. As they relentlessly pushed into the centre, a lone elite charged into his left flank, activating glowing energy blade to finish the job. The xenos was quick. Brother Janos was quicker. He stepped in, forcing the elite to change targets. As it swung its blade towwards Janos, he unsheathed his chainsword, striking at the things wrist. the impact cause the strange blade to dislodge from its hand, and with a yelp it staggered backwards. Janos gave it no time to recover. He closed the distance, and clutched the aliens neck, violently bashing its skull with the butt of his chainsword. He quickly followed up with a devastating knee to its sternum, dropping it to its knees. Finally, Janos sawed the things neck from its shoulders. As its lifeless body collapsed to the ground, Jano held its head towards what was left of the enemy.

"Behold the fate that awaits you, xenos scum!" He roared, instilling a new sense of dread into the already thinned and frightened ranks.

To his right, Brother Meridas took up a firing position. He switched over to hellfire rounds, and unleashed a storm of The Emperor's fury into the floating towers the Covenant set up as firing positions. Round after round caused them to ignite in blue flames, before finally imploding in a brilliant explosion. Those that didn't die from the fall were soon snuffed out by Relius's heavy bolter. The Center had all but been cleared by the time the tactical squads had caught up with them.

"We've fought well, brothers. Now, let us consolidate this position, and await reinforcements and a full resupply."