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God, this hill is huge. But at least there are some handy plateaus to get up, as if a drunk giant had tried to build steps.
It hasn't even been a single night since I woke up on that battlefield. Now I'm walking into the heart of the enemy, and disabling their means of getting into this world. I must be either extremely ballsy, or idiotic. Failing them, suicidal or fucking crazy. Come to think of it, maybe all of them.
I put my foot down with a crunch. Wait…
I stopped and turned around. A skeleton, with a boot sized hole in it, was lying on the path amongst some rocks. I walked over to it, and bent down to inspect it.
Then something hit me from behind. It only went through the topmost layers of my armour, thank God for that. But I still fell face-first into the dust anyway.
Yeuch! I spat out a glob of brown spit and looked up. Something with a sniper rifle was aiming at me again. I rolled on the ground to cover. Then a hailstorm of bullets came my way from the same group of units.
I ran at them, using the bushes and trees for cover. How many bullets do they have? But then they stopped, and I charged forward.
The first one, the sniper, was still reloading. He never finished, because I kicked his gun away and sank my fist into his face. His companions all had similar weapons to the Space Marines that were in the trees when I fought off a Tyranid Assault. They took an age to reload, and what's also is that their guns seemed to be jammed. I swung my chainsword at the first two, slicing their heads neatly in two. But the second one had unjammed his gun, and fired. It was like a whole series of iron-clad punches to my stomach. I fell down, face first. The world went into blackness, dispersed only by a few flashes of light…

I opened my eyes. Then closed one in pain. I got blood in my eye, and it was painful. Blood…my blood. That wasn't good. I lifted my head and then brought it down again. There were small light blue flashes flying towards a point just out of my point of view. Then a deafening series of bangs that started up. I lifted my head and saw the same guy who shot me shooting away at some point. I crouched, lifted my arms, grabbed the guy's gun and sliced his stomach, because I couldn't reach any higher. Then I raised my head over the rock that me and the guy were behind.
Good God, it was the Eldar! They were firing at a point behind me, which I turned and saw some more Chaos Marines. They were engaging the Eldar, God knows why. But I snuck around the rock, got behind the spire which the Chaos Marines were hiding behind, and prepared for close combat.
Trench Warfare is much like Storming a building, but something can shoot you from above as well. I slashed open the gunner's stomach, and stomped his head in for good measure. The other gunners were hurrying, trying to get their guns out to shoot me. But some Eldar snipers picked them off, being free from the suppressive fire which came out of the Chaos weapons. All three gunners were shot to pieces by what must have been 5 or 6 snipers.
That, it seemed was the only things which the Eldar were engaging. I looked over the parapet, then ducked down again as the snipers shot at me.
I yelled out, "ELDAR! I REQUEST YOU TO CEASE FIRE!"
Jesus Christ, I hoped that they would at least look at who they were shooting at. But no more bullets came my way, so I risked looking up. That chick with the spear… Farseer…was talking to another Eldar, in hushed tones.
The Farseer pushed a button on her chin, and her voice was magnified. "By the Exarchs, You Should Be Dead, Blood Angel!"
Annoyed, I yelled back "THAT'S A NICE WAY TO SAY HELLO!"
I heard chuckling, and then the Eldar replied;
"Attempting humour, Blood Angel? What is your point?"
"I REQUEST YOU TO CEASE FIRE! I'M GOING TO PULL BACK TO YOUR POSITION!"
Upon the Eldar's approval, I broke cover and ran. But more bullets came up, attacking my heels and back. Clearly, there were more enemies back there.
As I jumped over the rocks to where the Farseer and a few Eldar with dual swords… Banshees… were crouched, hiding from enemy fire.
"What's the situation? Who's shooting?"
"A multitude of Orks have sided with the Chaos Forces. We were pinned down by their gunners that you took out."
"Ha! You're Welcome!"
"It's just that we have a small problem. We have several wounded on the very field which you ran over."
I thought for a second, then I said; "Cover me."
The Eldar had incredulous looks on their faces. No doubt they doubted my sanity. But As I jumped back over, and sprinted over to the wounded Eldar, they began to fire. All the bullets went past me and to the Chaos lines, making them duck.
Then I heard a "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!" and several green-skinned things which must have been the Orks.
They were bigger than I was, and no doubt stronger too, but I sliced through them quickly. Some tried to shoot at me, but their bullets were weak. I threw my chainsword at one, imbedding it in its skull. I ran at it, grabbed my chainsword out of the Ork's skull, an Ork with a rocket on its back…Stormboy… dropped out of the sky at me. I grabbed its throat, and used its own momentum to throw it backwards, just in front of me. It was on the ground, and I stomped its skull in.
As there were no more enemies to fight, I went about the reason for which I jumped out past the rock. I helped up a coughing Eldar Guardian, and helped it back to the Rocks which the rest of the Eldar were hiding. Then I went back to get the others.

Later, there were no more Eldar, and more Orks on the field. There were few Chaos Marines out in the open, and those that were, were quickly picked off by the Eldar Snipers. I got back behind the rock, and all Eldar were trying to help the wounded. But that wasn't my problem. There were a mixed group of Orks and Chaos Marines in red, which from the Eldar, I learnt they were Khorne Berzerkers.
"I think I've killed one of them."
"You slew dozens of Orks!"
"No, the Berzerkers. Before that business with the Tyranid Ditch, a surviving Berzerker attacked me…. He didn't turn out well." The last few words I said with a smile.
The group was advancing. They had eyes and weapons out to the rock. Clearly they knew I was there. Well, don't want to disappoint them. I got up and walked towards them.
As soon as I did that, they charged. I met their charge head on, at full speed. No shooters from either side dared to dire, because everyone was afraid they'd hit their own side. My chainsword made the most evil sounds I knew of, but I was silent. Again and again, I rolled corpses off my chainsword as the attackers slowly thinned.
Then, there were none. And the Chaos Marines had started firing again. I was too far away from the Eldar to pull back to their positions without getting myself shot. So I sprinted off back to the Chaos lines to hide behind the opposite side of their cover.
I was under a low wall, and some Chaos Marine with a heavy weapon managed to get onto the other side of it. He didn't even notice me, so I popped up and shredded him to pieces.
I jumped over the wall and got back into the same trench which I was shot. I ducked down and carried on.
The next layer, or trench, or wall or whatever, had more Chaos heavy gunners and some troops with what looked like a rocket launcher. I dashed forward, knocking the gunners off over the wall to their deaths below to the gunner.
He got a small pistol, which did shit-all to my armour. I twisted, and did a classic karate kick to his chest. He went flying, and he smashed his head against a wall. I walked past. He didn't move.

The topmost Chaos Defensive line was thin. What must have been the last close combat units rushed at me in an attempt to hurt me. I finished them off with three quick revs of my chainsword.
Then the way was clear. I went through a door and saw an evil-looking purple portal that flashed with the occasional red. I walked to it and a shadow appeared in front of the portal as the purple dissolved away.
Then a crack of red lightning illuminated the scene. A figure dressed in black, with the same red lightning flying between her fingers, was walking down the black stairs. The…Chaos Witch, because I heard the name from the Eldar and there couldn't be anything else like that, walked down to the bottom of the stairs. I didn't like the odds. She had the stench of heavy Chaos power about her. I decided, what the hell, and rushed forward. She managed to get me with a streak of red lightning, but that didn't stop me. I lifted my chainsword and drove it home with a splatter of blood and a few shreds of flying flesh.
I wiped my face, and walked away from the Chaos Bastion. Then, as the sounds of battle once more reached my ears, I looked over the walls.
The Tyranids had managed to come back, in force. But fighting them were what must have been an entire regiment of the Imperial Guard, who came from God knows where.
Both sides were taking heavy casualties, but the 'Nids were still in far greater numbers.
The Space Marines that I saw earlier had managed to get with their comrades, and I decided to aid them. I ran as fast as I could to the battle. The Guards let me through without a word. The Space Marines, as soon as I reached them, cheered in relief. I think my earlier deeds, and my 'Nid-killing skills were heard of.
Here we go again. My chainsword was getting clogged with flesh from so much use, and it jammed a few times. When it did, I smacked it against the head of then next Tyranid and started it up again.

Their numbers are endless. They swarmed towards me, but I was able to kill them quicker than they could harm me. Small ones with small claws… Hormagaunts… and bigger ones, human, with claws on each finger…Genestealers… alike were slaughtered. I wondered how many litres of blood I had ripped out of their flesh. Then I struggled to remember how many of them I had killed. But then I was distracted by another Tyranid.
Then there were deafening booms from behind me, and violent explosions to my front. The Imperial Guard had managed to open fire with their tanks, great beasts that they were. I simply continued fighting.
Then a large floating Tyranid floated over to me. It squirted some sort of red gas at me that any Marine, without a full-face helmet, and all Guardsmen collapsed at. I simply held my breath and took on a new wave of Tyranids.
The big floating one was a big fucking problem. I tried to fight my way through to it, but there were simply too many Nids. Even when I picked up a fallen Space Marine's chainsword and resumed with dual chainswords, the Nids still pressed forward in huge numbers. I was able to kill them way faster than they could lay a claw on me.
But then the Tyranids simply turned tail and ran. Then something stomped towards me. All my senses told me there was something there, but I could see nothing except more corpses. But there was something there. Something Big. And, it seems, Invisible.
So I yelled, and blindly slashed. Apparently I struck a good hit, because a lot of blood suddenly spurted, apparently out of nowhere. I struck again, near the same spot. More blood fountained, and a horrendous scream flew out of its mouth. But I stabbed at what appeared to be empty air, and a burst of blood knocked me off my feet. But all the blood had made It an easy target for all the others. It was ripped to bits by the resulting fire from the Guardsmen, Marines and Tanks. Then I got up.
Just in time for the next wave. More Hormagaunts and things with guns…Termagants… swarmed towards my position. I was a little tired by now, but a jolt of adrenaline had jumped to my aid, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.
The Termagants shot small beetle-things at me that were opening and closing their mouths at me like twisted parodies of Pac-Man. But I swatted away those that I could, and the others were dodged aside. But the Hormagaunts were caught by my blades, and sliced to bloody shreds.

The last few 'Nids were right in front . I decided to take the tactical Advantage, and push forward. All Hormagaunts, and a few Genestealers for good measure, were wiped out by my push. Then something huge, at least four times as tall as me, charged towards me. I heard from some garbled shouts earlier that a Carnifex had been spotted. Those reports, it seems, were true. And this, it seems, is a Carnifex. It is huge. Bigger than the Super Heavy Tanks of the Guard.
There were three things I could do. One, charge at it and meet its attack head on, Two, jump on its back as it passed and attack its head, or Three, stab my own blade through my head. I didn't like the other two, so I resorted to the second plan.
God, it was fast. In no time at all, I was ducking out of its way, then sprinting up to jump on its back. It had small ridges that slipped downwards, but I stayed on my means of stabbing my chainsword down into its flesh. It howled and tried to claw me off is back. But I managed to stab my blade into its head, and like the one that burrowed under the hill at the Tyranid Ditch, I rode its back to the ground. Then something hit my back.
I was knocked over, and my helmet and head were knocked into the head-cavity that my chainsword left in its skull.
Ugh. I pulled my head and helmet out of the Carnifex. As I could still see nothing, I wiped my face. The brain of the beast was greyish-cream from the inside of my helmet, but when I wiped a streak off from the eye-pieces of the helmet, it became a harsh grey as it caught the light. And it smelt worse than it looked!
As I wiped the last of the Carnifex Brain off my Helmet, I saw what made me fall down. That floating Tyranid… Zoanthrope… was glaring at me, ready for another attack. I decided to put it out of its misery. The tension was killing me anyway.
A quick three hits to its massive brain and it was dead. I looked around, and saw a whole mass of Tyranid corpses in between me and the last of the Space marine lines. Behind them were the Imperial Guardsmen.
Had I managed to push back a Tyranid swarm? I walked through a swamp of blood and organs as the Space Marines tried to regroup and reorganise.
The Imperial Guard were similarly active, tending to their wounded and trying not to be too amazed at the carnage.
As I closed to within 50 metres of the Space Marines, I heard roars, a rumbling, and An Ork getting ready to roar. I also saw the Imperial Guard becoming discouraged, and their Commissars getting ready to shoot. So I turned to the Ork Horde as their Warboss let out his yell.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"
I had enough of the damn Orks. So I yelled Back;
"SHUT UP AND FIGHT, YOU PUSSY!!!"
The Orks were pissed. That I could tell. But now, I rushed forward, and again my chainswords saw much action. This time, Green flesh splattered armour and weapon alike. One hell of a lot of Orks was killed, but some Space Marines had been surrounded and wounded by the Orks.

It was dusk. The sun set, casting its light down onto a classic battlefield scene. The Orks had set up an Armz Kamp from which they could launch a shitload of weaponry, from Rokkit barrages to Orkapult assaults. The Guardsmen were hiding behind wrecked tanks, and the Orks waiting for when a careless Guardsman poked his head out from the cover.
I turned, and began to talk to what seemed like the commanding officers.
"We can't just leave them there!" That was a Colonel who had a plasma burn to his left eye and forehead.
"They're holding back the force. We can just advance and wipe out any Orks, and get them onto vehicles, then pull back to here" This was a Lieutenant which, by his looks, hadn't seen many battles.
"And get hundreds more of Guardsmen Killed?" This came from a Captain, who had blood on his hands from recent surgery. This was a guy who cared about his troops.
"Damn the troops. If they let up, they'll be shot." Obviously the Commissar was the Captain's rival. One was a CEO in uniform, the other was a Grim Reaper in disguise.
"If we do anything large-scale here we're damned. We might as well stay here and shoot ourselves if we mount a massive assault." The lieutenant said this, and despite his lack of battle-skill, everyone could see the sense in his words. The Commissar, however, didn't.
"What are you suggesting, Lieutenant? That we simply lie down and give up? Because that sounds like the words of a heretic to me."
To the Commissar's words, rest of the officers erupted into an argument. Then it occurred to me that this was the same situation as the Eldar.
"I've got an idea." These words were too quiet to raise anyone's attention, although a few eyes darted to me then back to the others.
"I've Got An Idea." With my increase in volume, silence was brought to the officers.
"Make any Snipers you have pick off any Ork Heavy Gunners in the open."
Then the Commissar said; "And how do you propose that we deal with the wounded Marines and Guardsmen, Blood Angel?"
I said two simple words. "Cover Me."

The Guardsmen, again, were letting me pass. I caught a lot of their whispers and mutterings as I passed.
"He's insane…"
"Should be in Death Company…"
"Nuts. Absolutely nuts."
I smiled to myself as I got ready. Did they think that this helmet made me deaf?
A quick series of sniper shots and no more Ork fire from their Armz Kamp signalled that any Orks capable of operating anything that could harm me were dealt with.
I wasted no time. I took a running jump over the low wall that a few Guardsmen were lying behind. Revelling in the amount of open space, I continued to run.
It was a while before I located the Marines and Guardsmen. The first was a Space Marine Captain that had suffered bad slashes to the head and one hell of a lot of bullets to his torso and arms. Like the Eldar Guardians, I helped him up and staggered, because he was damn heavy, back to the Imperial lines.
As soon as I got the first one back safely, the Captain, I turned back and ran towards the others.
The second was a Devastator Marine that must have weighed a ton. He babbled on about 'Angels on his shoulders" or something like that. But as with the captain, and the others, I helped him back all the same.
The third was a Guardsman who was whimpering and trying to stop a steady stream of blood coming out of his ribs. Even though he was as good as dead, I helped him back anyway.
The fourth was another Marine, a Terminator with a massive power hammer. He was well and truly out. He still breathed, which was an encouraging sign, but I paid no attention as I helped him back, too.

The last was a Guardsman. He was a kid, barely out of his teens. He carried the marks of a conscript, and he went and died in the field. Poor bastard. But I helped him back, him and all of the rest that I helped back earlier.
I got back to the Imperial lines. The others were staring at me, again. What the hell was it?
But I got back to the officers to see them in the same place as before. The Commissar noticed my arrival and said;
"Blood Angel. Today you did a most courageous job. You have truly made the Emperor proud today."
I smiled. "I didn't do anything important. I'm pretty sure you would do the same."
The officers then adapted a cautious look.
"The thing is, we would not have. The Blood Angels are a chapter large and powerful enough to take a few losses."
The Commissar then spoke up. Clearly he didn't approve of my actions.
"The Imperial Guard number in the trillions. The lives of those few guardsmen will be missed, of course, but in the end it will be-"
The Commissar paused. I had enough.
"I did it because a reason you seem to have forgot. At my home, we have a saying."
I leant forward and spoke directly to the Commissar.
"No-one gets left behind. No-one."

It was much later. The officers were still planning on how to destroy the Armz Kamp. The Commissar seemed pretty pissed off. But then a scout reported, and the Colonel spoke to me.
"We have reports of the degenerate Eldar on this planet. Can you confirm this?"
Oh shit. I helped their enemy, and that was bad. This would have some explaining to do.
"Confirmed. They were assaulting the same bastion with which the Chaos portal stood. A Chaos Witch was resident there. I destroyed her."
Most of the officers smiled with relief, but the Commissar was looking at me suspiciously.
"And what of the Eldar? Did you destroy them as well?"
I breathed in and out, stalling for time. This would land me in a shitload of trouble.
"Negative. They helped me destroy the Chaos bastion, so I… let them live."
The Commissar immediately raised his bolt-pistol. In response, I raised my right chainsword so that it was inches away from his skull.
"This is heresy, Blood Angel. Of all the Space Marine chapters, it is the Blood Angel that lets us down."
The other officers were not so sure. One had the look of recognising a traitor, the others were staring into space in deep thought. Clearly this was an issue to be resolved.
Then that voice spoke up on the radio. Its crackly and fuzzy words formed themselves into words that hung in the air far longer than they should.
"Very good work, Blood Angel. The others knew what they were saying when they said you fight like a Primarch. But your work is still not complete. Destroy the Armz Kamp, and free the citizens of this world from any further harm."

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God, this hill is huge. But at least there are some handy plateaus to get up, as if a drunk giant had tried to build steps.
It hasn't even been a single night since I woke up on that battlefield. Now I'm walking into the heart of the enemy, and disabling their means of getting into this world. I must be either extremely ballsy, or idiotic. Failing them, suicidal or fucking crazy. Come to think of it, maybe all of them.
I put my foot down with a crunch. Wait…
I stopped and turned around. A skeleton, with a boot sized hole in it, was lying on the path amongst some rocks. I walked over to it, and bent down to inspect it.
Then something hit me from behind. It only went through the topmost layers of my armour, thank God for that. But I still fell face-first into the dust anyway.
Yeuch! I spat out a glob of brown spit and looked up. Something with a sniper rifle was aiming at me again. I rolled on the ground to cover. Then a hailstorm of bullets came my way from the same group of units.
I ran at them, using the bushes and trees for cover. How many bullets do they have? But then they stopped, and I charged forward.
The first one, the sniper, was still reloading. He never finished, because I kicked his gun away and sank my fist into his face. His companions all had similar weapons to the Space Marines that were in the trees when I fought off a Tyranid Assault. They took an age to reload, and what's also is that their guns seemed to be jammed. I swung my chainsword at the first two, slicing their heads neatly in two. But the second one had unjammed his gun, and fired. It was like a whole series of iron-clad punches to my stomach. I fell down, face first. The world went into blackness, dispersed only by a few flashes of light…

I opened my eyes. Then closed one in pain. I got blood in my eye, and it was painful. Blood…my blood. That wasn't good. I lifted my head and then brought it down again. There were small light blue flashes flying towards a point just out of my point of view. Then a deafening series of bangs that started up. I lifted my head and saw the same guy who shot me shooting away at some point. I crouched, lifted my arms, grabbed the guy's gun and sliced his stomach, because I couldn't reach any higher. Then I raised my head over the rock that me and the guy were behind.
Good God, it was the Eldar! They were firing at a point behind me, which I turned and saw some more Chaos Marines. They were engaging the Eldar, God knows why. But I snuck around the rock, got behind the spire which the Chaos Marines were hiding behind, and prepared for close combat.
Trench Warfare is much like Storming a building, but something can shoot you from above as well. I slashed open the gunner's stomach, and stomped his head in for good measure. The other gunners were hurrying, trying to get their guns out to shoot me. But some Eldar snipers picked them off, being free from the suppressive fire which came out of the Chaos weapons. All three gunners were shot to pieces by what must have been 5 or 6 snipers.
That, it seemed was the only things which the Eldar were engaging. I looked over the parapet, then ducked down again as the snipers shot at me.
I yelled out, "ELDAR! I REQUEST YOU TO CEASE FIRE!"
Jesus Christ, I hoped that they would at least look at who they were shooting at. But no more bullets came my way, so I risked looking up. That chick with the spear… Farseer…was talking to another Eldar, in hushed tones.
The Farseer pushed a button on her chin, and her voice was magnified. "By the Exarchs, You Should Be Dead, Blood Angel!"
Annoyed, I yelled back "THAT'S A NICE WAY TO SAY HELLO!"
I heard chuckling, and then the Eldar replied;
"Attempting humour, Blood Angel? What is your point?"
"I REQUEST YOU TO CEASE FIRE! I'M GOING TO PULL BACK TO YOUR POSITION!"
Upon the Eldar's approval, I broke cover and ran. But more bullets came up, attacking my heels and back. Clearly, there were more enemies back there.
As I jumped over the rocks to where the Farseer and a few Eldar with dual swords… Banshees… were crouched, hiding from enemy fire.
"What's the situation? Who's shooting?"
"A multitude of Orks have sided with the Chaos Forces. We were pinned down by their gunners that you took out."
"Ha! You're Welcome!"
"It's just that we have a small problem. We have several wounded on the very field which you ran over."
I thought for a second, then I said; "Cover me."
The Eldar had incredulous looks on their faces. No doubt they doubted my sanity. But As I jumped back over, and sprinted over to the wounded Eldar, they began to fire. All the bullets went past me and to the Chaos lines, making them duck.
Then I heard a "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!" and several green-skinned things which must have been the Orks.
They were bigger than I was, and no doubt stronger too, but I sliced through them quickly. Some tried to shoot at me, but their bullets were weak. I threw my chainsword at one, imbedding it in its skull. I ran at it, grabbed my chainsword out of the Ork's skull, an Ork with a rocket on its back…Stormboy… dropped out of the sky at me. I grabbed its throat, and used its own momentum to throw it backwards, just in front of me. It was on the ground, and I stomped its skull in.
As there were no more enemies to fight, I went about the reason for which I jumped out past the rock. I helped up a coughing Eldar Guardian, and helped it back to the Rocks which the rest of the Eldar were hiding. Then I went back to get the others.

Later, there were no more Eldar, and more Orks on the field. There were few Chaos Marines out in the open, and those that were, were quickly picked off by the Eldar Snipers. I got back behind the rock, and all Eldar were trying to help the wounded. But that wasn't my problem. There were a mixed group of Orks and Chaos Marines in red, which from the Eldar, I learnt they were Khorne Berzerkers.
"I think I've killed one of them."
"You slew dozens of Orks!"
"No, the Berzerkers. Before that business with the Tyranid Ditch, a surviving Berzerker attacked me…. He didn't turn out well." The last few words I said with a smile.
The group was advancing. They had eyes and weapons out to the rock. Clearly they knew I was there. Well, don't want to disappoint them. I got up and walked towards them.
As soon as I did that, they charged. I met their charge head on, at full speed. No shooters from either side dared to dire, because everyone was afraid they'd hit their own side. My chainsword made the most evil sounds I knew of, but I was silent. Again and again, I rolled corpses off my chainsword as the attackers slowly thinned.
Then, there were none. And the Chaos Marines had started firing again. I was too far away from the Eldar to pull back to their positions without getting myself shot. So I sprinted off back to the Chaos lines to hide behind the opposite side of their cover.
I was under a low wall, and some Chaos Marine with a heavy weapon managed to get onto the other side of it. He didn't even notice me, so I popped up and shredded him to pieces.
I jumped over the wall and got back into the same trench which I was shot. I ducked down and carried on.
The next layer, or trench, or wall or whatever, had more Chaos heavy gunners and some troops with what looked like a rocket launcher. I dashed forward, knocking the gunners off over the wall to their deaths below to the gunner.
He got a small pistol, which did shit-all to my armour. I twisted, and did a classic karate kick to his chest. He went flying, and he smashed his head against a wall. I walked past. He didn't move.

The topmost Chaos Defensive line was thin. What must have been the last close combat units rushed at me in an attempt to hurt me. I finished them off with three quick revs of my chainsword.
Then the way was clear. I went through a door and saw an evil-looking purple portal that flashed with the occasional red. I walked to it and a shadow appeared in front of the portal as the purple dissolved away.
Then a crack of red lightning illuminated the scene. A figure dressed in black, with the same red lightning flying between her fingers, was walking down the black stairs. The…Chaos Witch, because I heard the name from the Eldar and there couldn't be anything else like that, walked down to the bottom of the stairs. I didn't like the odds. She had the stench of heavy Chaos power about her. I decided, what the hell, and rushed forward. She managed to get me with a streak of red lightning, but that didn't stop me. I lifted my chainsword and drove it home with a splatter of blood and a few shreds of flying flesh.
I wiped my face, and walked away from the Chaos Bastion. Then, as the sounds of battle once more reached my ears, I looked over the walls.
The Tyranids had managed to come back, in force. But fighting them were what must have been an entire regiment of the Imperial Guard, who came from God knows where.
Both sides were taking heavy casualties, but the 'Nids were still in far greater numbers.
The Space Marines that I saw earlier had managed to get with their comrades, and I decided to aid them. I ran as fast as I could to the battle. The Guards let me through without a word. The Space Marines, as soon as I reached them, cheered in relief. I think my earlier deeds, and my 'Nid-killing skills were heard of.
Here we go again. My chainsword was getting clogged with flesh from so much use, and it jammed a few times. When it did, I smacked it against the head of then next Tyranid and started it up again.

Their numbers are endless. They swarmed towards me, but I was able to kill them quicker than they could harm me. Small ones with small claws… Hormagaunts… and bigger ones, human, with claws on each finger…Genestealers… alike were slaughtered. I wondered how many litres of blood I had ripped out of their flesh. Then I struggled to remember how many of them I had killed. But then I was distracted by another Tyranid.
Then there were deafening booms from behind me, and violent explosions to my front. The Imperial Guard had managed to open fire with their tanks, great beasts that they were. I simply continued fighting.
Then a large floating Tyranid floated over to me. It squirted some sort of red gas at me that any Marine, without a full-face helmet, and all Guardsmen collapsed at. I simply held my breath and took on a new wave of Tyranids.
The big floating one was a big fucking problem. I tried to fight my way through to it, but there were simply too many Nids. Even when I picked up a fallen Space Marine's chainsword and resumed with dual chainswords, the Nids still pressed forward in huge numbers. I was able to kill them way faster than they could lay a claw on me.
But then the Tyranids simply turned tail and ran. Then something stomped towards me. All my senses told me there was something there, but I could see nothing except more corpses. But there was something there. Something Big. And, it seems, Invisible.
So I yelled, and blindly slashed. Apparently I struck a good hit, because a lot of blood suddenly spurted, apparently out of nowhere. I struck again, near the same spot. More blood fountained, and a horrendous scream flew out of its mouth. But I stabbed at what appeared to be empty air, and a burst of blood knocked me off my feet. But all the blood had made It an easy target for all the others. It was ripped to bits by the resulting fire from the Guardsmen, Marines and Tanks. Then I got up.
Just in time for the next wave. More Hormagaunts and things with guns…Termagants… swarmed towards my position. I was a little tired by now, but a jolt of adrenaline had jumped to my aid, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.
The Termagants shot small beetle-things at me that were opening and closing their mouths at me like twisted parodies of Pac-Man. But I swatted away those that I could, and the others were dodged aside. But the Hormagaunts were caught by my blades, and sliced to bloody shreds.

The last few 'Nids were right in front . I decided to take the tactical Advantage, and push forward. All Hormagaunts, and a few Genestealers for good measure, were wiped out by my push. Then something huge, at least four times as tall as me, charged towards me. I heard from some garbled shouts earlier that a Carnifex had been spotted. Those reports, it seems, were true. And this, it seems, is a Carnifex. It is huge. Bigger than the Super Heavy Tanks of the Guard.
There were three things I could do. One, charge at it and meet its attack head on, Two, jump on its back as it passed and attack its head, or Three, stab my own blade through my head. I didn't like the other two, so I resorted to the second plan.
God, it was fast. In no time at all, I was ducking out of its way, then sprinting up to jump on its back. It had small ridges that slipped downwards, but I stayed on my means of stabbing my chainsword down into its flesh. It howled and tried to claw me off is back. But I managed to stab my blade into its head, and like the one that burrowed under the hill at the Tyranid Ditch, I rode its back to the ground. Then something hit my back.
I was knocked over, and my helmet and head were knocked into the head-cavity that my chainsword left in its skull.
Ugh. I pulled my head and helmet out of the Carnifex. As I could still see nothing, I wiped my face. The brain of the beast was greyish-cream from the inside of my helmet, but when I wiped a streak off from the eye-pieces of the helmet, it became a harsh grey as it caught the light. And it smelt worse than it looked!
As I wiped the last of the Carnifex Brain off my Helmet, I saw what made me fall down. That floating Tyranid… Zoanthrope… was glaring at me, ready for another attack. I decided to put it out of its misery. The tension was killing me anyway.
A quick three hits to its massive brain and it was dead. I looked around, and saw a whole mass of Tyranid corpses in between me and the last of the Space marine lines. Behind them were the Imperial Guardsmen.
Had I managed to push back a Tyranid swarm? I walked through a swamp of blood and organs as the Space Marines tried to regroup and reorganise.
The Imperial Guard were similarly active, tending to their wounded and trying not to be too amazed at the carnage.
As I closed to within 50 metres of the Space Marines, I heard roars, a rumbling, and An Ork getting ready to roar. I also saw the Imperial Guard becoming discouraged, and their Commissars getting ready to shoot. So I turned to the Ork Horde as their Warboss let out his yell.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"
I had enough of the damn Orks. So I yelled Back;
"SHUT UP AND FIGHT, YOU PUSSY!!!"
The Orks were pissed. That I could tell. But now, I rushed forward, and again my chainswords saw much action. This time, Green flesh splattered armour and weapon alike. One hell of a lot of Orks was killed, but some Space Marines had been surrounded and wounded by the Orks.

It was dusk. The sun set, casting its light down onto a classic battlefield scene. The Orks had set up an Armz Kamp from which they could launch a shitload of weaponry, from Rokkit barrages to Orkapult assaults. The Guardsmen were hiding behind wrecked tanks, and the Orks waiting for when a careless Guardsman poked his head out from the cover.
I turned, and began to talk to what seemed like the commanding officers.
"We can't just leave them there!" That was a Colonel who had a plasma burn to his left eye and forehead.
"They're holding back the force. We can just advance and wipe out any Orks, and get them onto vehicles, then pull back to here" This was a Lieutenant which, by his looks, hadn't seen many battles.
"And get hundreds more of Guardsmen Killed?" This came from a Captain, who had blood on his hands from recent surgery. This was a guy who cared about his troops.
"Damn the troops. If they let up, they'll be shot." Obviously the Commissar was the Captain's rival. One was a CEO in uniform, the other was a Grim Reaper in disguise.
"If we do anything large-scale here we're damned. We might as well stay here and shoot ourselves if we mount a massive assault." The lieutenant said this, and despite his lack of battle-skill, everyone could see the sense in his words. The Commissar, however, didn't.
"What are you suggesting, Lieutenant? That we simply lie down and give up? Because that sounds like the words of a heretic to me."
To the Commissar's words, rest of the officers erupted into an argument. Then it occurred to me that this was the same situation as the Eldar.
"I've got an idea." These words were too quiet to raise anyone's attention, although a few eyes darted to me then back to the others.
"I've Got An Idea." With my increase in volume, silence was brought to the officers.
"Make any Snipers you have pick off any Ork Heavy Gunners in the open."
Then the Commissar said; "And how do you propose that we deal with the wounded Marines and Guardsmen, Blood Angel?"
I said two simple words. "Cover Me."

The Guardsmen, again, were letting me pass. I caught a lot of their whispers and mutterings as I passed.
"He's insane…"
"Should be in Death Company…"
"Nuts. Absolutely nuts."
I smiled to myself as I got ready. Did they think that this helmet made me deaf?
A quick series of sniper shots and no more Ork fire from their Armz Kamp signalled that any Orks capable of operating anything that could harm me were dealt with.
I wasted no time. I took a running jump over the low wall that a few Guardsmen were lying behind. Revelling in the amount of open space, I continued to run.
It was a while before I located the Marines and Guardsmen. The first was a Space Marine Captain that had suffered bad slashes to the head and one hell of a lot of bullets to his torso and arms. Like the Eldar Guardians, I helped him up and staggered, because he was damn heavy, back to the Imperial lines.
As soon as I got the first one back safely, the Captain, I turned back and ran towards the others.
The second was a Devastator Marine that must have weighed a ton. He babbled on about 'Angels on his shoulders" or something like that. But as with the captain, and the others, I helped him back all the same.
The third was a Guardsman who was whimpering and trying to stop a steady stream of blood coming out of his ribs. Even though he was as good as dead, I helped him back anyway.
The fourth was another Marine, a Terminator with a massive power hammer. He was well and truly out. He still breathed, which was an encouraging sign, but I paid no attention as I helped him back, too.

The last was a Guardsman. He was a kid, barely out of his teens. He carried the marks of a conscript, and he went and died in the field. Poor bastard. But I helped him back, him and all of the rest that I helped back earlier.
I got back to the Imperial lines. The others were staring at me, again. What the hell was it?
But I got back to the officers to see them in the same place as before. The Commissar noticed my arrival and said;
"Blood Angel. Today you did a most courageous job. You have truly made the Emperor proud today."
I smiled. "I didn't do anything important. I'm pretty sure you would do the same."
The officers then adapted a cautious look.
"The thing is, we would not have. The Blood Angels are a chapter large and powerful enough to take a few losses."
The Commissar then spoke up. Clearly he didn't approve of my actions.
"The Imperial Guard number in the trillions. The lives of those few guardsmen will be missed, of course, but in the end it will be-"
The Commissar paused. I had enough.
"I did it because a reason you seem to have forgot. At my home, we have a saying."
I leant forward and spoke directly to the Commissar.
"No-one gets left behind. No-one."

It was much later. The officers were still planning on how to destroy the Armz Kamp. The Commissar seemed pretty pissed off. But then a scout reported, and the Colonel spoke to me.
"We have reports of the degenerate Eldar on this planet. Can you confirm this?"
Oh shit. I helped their enemy, and that was bad. This would have some explaining to do.
"Confirmed. They were assaulting the same bastion with which the Chaos portal stood. A Chaos Witch was resident there. I destroyed her."
Most of the officers smiled with relief, but the Commissar was looking at me suspiciously.
"And what of the Eldar? Did you destroy them as well?"
I breathed in and out, stalling for time. This would land me in a shitload of trouble.
"Negative. They helped me destroy the Chaos bastion, so I… let them live."
The Commissar immediately raised his bolt-pistol. In response, I raised my right chainsword so that it was inches away from his skull.
"This is heresy, Blood Angel. Of all the Space Marine chapters, it is the Blood Angel that lets us down."
The other officers were not so sure. One had the look of recognising a traitor, the others were staring into space in deep thought. Clearly this was an issue to be resolved.
Then that voice spoke up on the radio. Its crackly and fuzzy words formed themselves into words that hung in the air far longer than they should.
"Very good work, Blood Angel. The others knew what they were saying when they said you fight like a Primarch. But your work is still not complete. Destroy the Armz Kamp, and free the citizens of this world from any further harm."