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Colm and his men pushed forward keeping close to the debres and heeped cultist bodies, using them for cover. He could hear the roar of the heavy flame cannons and chatter of bolters too his left flank. Too his now right he heard the autocannons now closer than ever.

"Teris! Send a message to Ilya! Tell him to bring his me round and push in our direction, meet us and we'll all push to Shermans location for the final push out of the village and to a holding position on the out-skirts of this feth hole! Send somthing similar to Major Sherman!"


Ilya recieved the message and excecuted the order. BotH Major Sherman and Captain Colm were weighing the current hopes of success on his shoulders.

"Bring it round" he ordered hellhounds 2 and 3 calmly.

They moved in and meet Colm, leaving no cultists alive.


Colm and Ilya were now both at Major Shermans location.

"Sir! We're going to make the push to the holding zone! When we do, I'll need some of your strongest, with your permission of course! I have a plane to collect all lasguns and set them to over charge to explode on the enemy when we're order to retreat!" Colm shouted over hell. "Permission!?"

The chimera advanced towards the enemy held buildings. They had dug in well, concealing their numbers in the rubble filled buildings. Small arms fire scratched the paint on Sgt. Shaws chimera, as it rumbled headlong into the enemies position. It's heavy bolter and multi laser pinning them behind what cover they could find. Sgt. Cromwell and his squad provided accurate covering fire, as Shaw lead his men out of the chimeras rear hatch. A las round struck Shaw in the shoulder, causing him to dive into cover. He swung his heavy flamer around, lighting up the street, his men did the same. The inferno ingulfed the buildings, swallowing the cultists in fire and smoke. Shaw and his men advanced, burning everything before them.

Cromwell lead his men through the narrow alleyways quickly and quietly. Cromwell threw himself against a wall and reached for his grenades. He nodded to a nearby trooper, who kicked a rotten door down and dove back into cover. Cromwell tossed a pair of frags into the door way. A satisfying thud followed, and his men stormed in, bayonets at the ready. Clad in a combination of crudely forged plates and scavenged armour, a chaos champion cracked his heavy fist into Cromwells side. Combat stimulants pumped through his veins, he swore an oath of devotion to his dark gods, and charged into Cromwell. The sergent rolled out of his way, holding onto his cracked ribs, and fired his las pistol into the back of the champion. It only seemed to enrage him more. As he swung back around, Cromwell kicked his knee as hard as he could. The champions leg bent backwards, toppling his heavy frame, he fell heavily into the dirt. Cromwell dove for his lasgun, switched it to full auto, and fired at the champion. Blood sprayed the walls around him, Cromwell didn't stop firing untill it was an unrecognizable pulp of flesh and bone. He had seen these heretics get up from injuries that should kill any man, and wasn't taking any chances.


"Sir! We're going to make the push to the holding zone! When we do, I'll need some of your strongest, with your permission of course! I have a plane to collect all lasguns and set them to over charge to explode on the enemy when we're order to retreat!" Colm shouted over hell. "Permission!?"

"Permission granted. Sgt. Dunkirk and his men shall assist you." said Sherman.

Lynessa was shouting on the cultists now. They where busy digging the trenches with a whip she began encouraging the occasional cultist to work harder.
It was beginning to take form now. She had also ordered to make strongpoints where heavy weapons could be located.
Lynessa wanted to make this camp impenetrable so lynessa could begin making gareva loyal to her. She saw him doing things with those slaves and she wouldn't let it continue.

"Come on... You know you want to..."

Atris rested her head on his shoulder.

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Sam saw a Khornate cultist coming from the trenches as he was preparing the assault force. He was taking Zhufor and twenty Slaanseshi meat shields. It was a Chimera-mounted distraction, hitting hard on the right flank while the others waited. The shelling began.
"CULTIST!" Sam screamed over the thud thud thud of the artillery.
"YOU JUST EARNED A POSITION IN THE VANGUARD WITH ME! MOUNT UP!" Sam shouted and led them to the Chimeras

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Sam shot the late Cultist a look. He thought he had drilled all imperfection out of them. Sam could hear the barrage going off a few miles up ahead. He sat on the bench across from the Khorne cultist.
"What is your name boy? I thought that I had alleviated this force from such imperfections as lateness. Also, the Slaaneshi are meant to dig the trenches, not you. Explain yourself.

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Aubrey pushed the sergeant off himself, her naked form crashing to the ground looking up at him with confused eyes.
"Clean this whore up", he said with disgust. His men moved in and dragged her out of the room. She was kicking, thrashing and screaming until a a guard swifty grang his boot to her face. She slumped over, the men now dragging her to the shower blocks by her limp arms.
"Now that this is sorted..." the captain thought, as he moved back outside, back to the war that needed his attention.

"Little turd... TOO BIG FOR YOUR TOY SOLDIER BOOTS?!"

Atris was left on the cold floor of the shower blocks. The guardsmen began to watch her.

"Bugger off, boy. I've got more pressing matters than trying to woo you."

"Well you can re-prove your mettle here, so get ready. The shelling has stopped, so we are there in thirty." Sam said and went right up to the ramp. Zhufor was practically shaking with anticipation. A spinning sensation and a thud signaled their arrival. The bay opened and the men rushed out

Lynessa had stopped the slaaneshi from digging so they could participate in the battle.
She was leading the warhost now but instead of an unorganized rabble they where a well formed up las gun armed force, with some enforcers walking through their lines the moral was kept at an all time high.
The tzeentchian elite where going to assault the weakened city after the slaaneshy bodies had battered their defences but for now it was still endless walking towards the city.

Blood curdling screams began to fill the air. Battlecries and shanties sounded as bolters and chainswords were hoisted.

"CAN'T YOU HEAR THAT, LAD? WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! GET ME OUT NOW!"

A guardsman turned around.

"Hey, if you want to get down with Metalface over their, how about I get a go?"

Atris was shocked. The forces of the enemy were at their door, yet he was more interested in getting the sergeant's attention.

"IDIOT! WE'RE GONNA DIE! LET ME GO!"

He began to kiss her on the lips, slowly embracing her.

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Gareva finish fixing defences in the camp.
"Hmmmm what is that strange sent!" he said, he followed it. It led to the trenches.
"Hmmmm what is this sweet smell?" He said walking along the front line, he left his forces and headed towards the Tzeentch forces until he found the beginning...it was Lynessa.
"Ahh my love you smell divine!" he walked up to her and grabbed her, his tongue extended out.
"Oh your divine body......I want it!" He said rubbing his hands along her. One of her warriors tried to stop him but Gareva shoved his claw through the man's chest.
"I will have you after this battle!" Gareva yelled heading back to his men.
"RIGHT YOU PATHETIC BAGS OF FLESH WHERE ARE MY TURRETS I ORDERED? GET DEFENCES ALONG THIS LINE YOU SAID EXCUSES OF LIFE!" He yelled is tongue slivering back inside his hood.

Atris kicked her tied legs at his chest.

"GET OFF ME! THIS IS A BATTLE, NOT SOME SORT OF BROTHEL!"

She spat in his face, which was met in return by the butt of a Lasgun to her eye. It was bruised black and blue.

"You will do as you are told!"

The man unbuckled his belt, and once more took up his position.

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Lynessa felled weird she wanted to jump on him at that moment directly but knew that that would be a dumb action so she began speaking with a voice so kind and soft it startled the few men who could hear it ''Yes my love i will await you in my tent after this battle.''

She turned around to her own troops and shouted ''Alright men, the changer of ways is gonna get a sacrifice now! Prepare the marks to be deployed we will show them the power of daemonic arms!''

Her men shouted in agreement and began marching at twice the speed. 10 soldiers all bearing marks of tzeentch where marching up front and when they reached a suitable position halted, they simultaneously put their marks in the ground and threw human slaves on each one. The heavenly fire consumed each and every one of them and daemons came rushing out of the created portal.

The guardsman began to take off the small amount of clothing that Atris was wearing. Somebody began billowing out in the hall. It sounded like Tarkus.

"TARKUS?! HELP!"

The man hit her in the face again and began his vile act. Surely Tarkus could hear her? Surely?

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"Tarkus!"

She struggled on the floor.

"Help me?"

Sam was in a rage, seven seperate knives lodged in his midsection and twice the amount of gun wounds. A trooper popped from behind a block of concrete and Sam put a bolt shell in his head. Zhufor made a bloody ruin of a bunker full of guardsmen. This assault was going along well, Sam pooped a little.

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Atris snatched her combat uniform off the floor and got herself clothed. She grasped her ornate power sabre and a bottle of liquid. She ran out to find the purple-robed body of a cultist in the corridor, with Tarkus shouting. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and burst out of the door.

"C'mon, Tarkus, get out of those stupid clothes and get out of the town!"

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"Well at least I'm not on his side."

Atris leaped out of the window onto the rubble and ash that lay below.

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"Away from them!"

Atris dodged an incoming club before severing the cultist in two with a single sweep of her power sword.

"GO! GO! GO!"

She ran into the murky distance.

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