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Atris swung the chair onto the bookshelf once more, making it shatter. The sergeant made for the armouries, knowing the hallways were loosely guarded.

Sam stifled a laugh in the interest of stealth and set up in a bush, his long las staying with Tarkus, ready to provide cover at a seconds notice. He reflected on how Dante would of done this. He couldn't help chuckling at the thought of Dante trying to fold his wings and fit in a bush with what would be no more than a toy gun to him. Sam almost wished he had gone with the Old Man to the Defense of Baal, but he knew that that was the Blood Angels problem and could not be helped. Then he snapped back to reality as he saw a Chaos Space Marine patrolling the area. It hadn't noticed Tarkus yet, but it would if Sam didn't act soon. Using his laser sight, he shined the beam into the marines eye socket. The marine looked over and started towards him. Sam readied his Inferno Pistol. It was the perfect weapon for this, virtually no noise, and a clean kill if the marine got close enough. Sam was fortunate enough that this marine was alone, and as it entered optimal range he sprang up and fired. The marine had no time to scream as he died. Sam tried to drag the body, but swore from exertion. He did manage to chip off one of the horns from the armor after repeated knife blows and slid it into his trench coat pocket. He would send that to Dante at the first chance he got.

number 3 hellhoud drew up next to Ilya's tank as the cultists scattered a huge deamonic monstrosity strode into the light fromt he flames, a massive soul grinder, it shook the groud as it walked with a menacing growl it lurched forward and smashed it's claw into the top of Ilya's hellhound, The tank crumpled but wasnt put out of action.

''Fire at it's underside, where it's weakest, Yelled Ilya over the radio, number 2 tank roared underneath the abomination and began to flame it's underside, while Illya order his driver to execute a ram on the soul grinders legs as it was walking,

''This is NOT what I expected here!'' Yelled Ilya to No one in particular.

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Atris had found the armoury. A robust kick to the keypad and the door was open. The walls were lined with all sorts of weapons, including her Power Sabre. She grabbed the blade and a flamer, hoping to burn the cultists at their festival. Tarkus walked into the other end of the corridor.

"Burn, heretic!"

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"How can I be sure?!"

The sergeant walked towards the sergeant, raising the flamer.

"Prove that you're Tarkus, and not just some illusion."

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"PROVE IT!"

Atris placed her finger on the trigger. Her face remained unflinching. The flamer was now directly in front of 'Tarkus'' face.

"I have no problem killing you."

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"Very well."

The sergeant pulled the trigger, just as 'Tarkus' jumped to the side. His armour was sooty and charred, but he was safe.

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Atris still held the Flamer. She would have to trust him, for now at least...

"Just... Nothing..."

They ran to the central courtyard. Some people were wearing blue robes and merrymaking, whilst others were in the tents.

"Burn them all?"

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Atris had the Flamer at her hip. She began to cackle manically as the air filled with screams. Jets of blue and orange flame roasted the lovers. A few scurried out of the tents with ceremonial daggers, only to be eaten by a tide of promethium.

"Burn them all!"

The sergeant found the woman who had imprisoned her. She was naked, lying next to some man.

"Burn!"

Ki'ra'ga'shu was angered. His lord tzeentch had blessed some of his subjects only to be interrupted by non believing followers of the corpse. The lord of change was ordered to protect the festival no matter where it appeared and had done so since the birth of his god.
The amount of magic here was so great that the daemons could appear without problems. 5 horrors appeared in the tent and with growls began driving of the intruders. Ki'ra'ga'shu himself appeared in the middle of the camp to scream. ''All mortals who have interrupted this ritual will be banished killed and ripped apart if you don't disappear right now!''

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The lascannnon shot forward a steady beam of energy, creating a sizzle sound as it found its mark. The traitor tank was cut down the middle, it's munition and fuel exploding a second later. The lascannon however was obliterated a moment later, the enemy's tanks quickly pin pointing the source of their friends demise.

"FIRE!" Hundreds of shots burst from the trenchline, another volley of rifle fire being unleashed into the packed infantry, their bodies collapsing like dominos. It still did no good. Aubrey took a sneak over the lip of the trench, the heretics kept going casually stepping over the dead, stomping on their screaming wounded into mud gurgling out their scream. The massed volleys were doing nothing to break their morale.
"Fire at will!" The men began firing at their lesuire, keeping up a constant barrage. The cultists fell at random. They had sensed the disorder in the loyalist ranks. A marine stepped forword, wrapped in a cape made of skin and fur, power armour smeared in sacrifical blood, he raised his chainsword into the air letting out a gurgled, incoherant cry.
"Bas'laa!!!"
The men surged around him, charging with clubs raised and bayonets jutting out. The ground rumbled at the sound of a thousand feet rushing towards them.
"Fix bayonets!"
Each man unsheathed a long knife from their scabbards, pushing it onto the end of their red hot barrels with a "click".
"Show them the steel men, charge!"
Every able bodied man hefted himself from the trench running as fast as they could towards the vile enemy. Their minds locked in utter rage, roaring and bellowing war cries.
Aubrey had never been so proud of them, leading them from the front carrying the bullet peppered flag of the regiment himself. They braced their bodies and their souls, gripping tightly to their rifles like spears preparing for the inevitable force about to smash into them. Even the captain scrunched his eyes shut, keeping the flags steel tip pointed forward.
An almight clash of men erupted, both lines crashing against each other. Bayonets plunging into guts disgorging the contents. Rifle butts broke open skulls, and swords crackled with power and chains wherred as they tore flash apart. The sound was defeaning, hundreds yelling at once and sporadic mortars crashing randomily into the crowds.

Sam saw Tarkus and Atris running away from the festival. Then he saw a massive winged beast rise from the ground and shout.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, RUN RUN RUN!" He shouted and as soon as Atris and Tarkus reached him he pulled his little surprise from behind a tree. It was a bike taken from the armory, an attack bike of the space marines. He had done his best to obscure the chaos icons with mud. Tarkus and Sam jumped into the Drivers seat and Atris mounted the multi-melta.
"Now nobody touch anything! I saw Blood Angels train on these things all the time, so just let me handle it." Sam said and they took off back towards the camp

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Fireballs flew about, gradually becoming less and less in number as they moved away.

"WHAT THE FETH WERE THEY?!"

The sergeant discharged the Multimelta into some sort sort of skimmer. The wreckage crashed into the ground in a ball of flame, illuminating the night.

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Sam saw a horde of cultists standing next to a big cliff. One of them was setting up a lascannon. Sam veered to the side as the beam split the air next to them. He sped up to as fast as the bike could go and headed for the cliff. They flew off the top at nearly 120 miles per hour and sailed towards a lake below. Sam gave Atris his grav chute and told both of them to jump.
"RUN TO CAMP AS FAST AS YOU CAN!" He shouted and shoved them off.
Sam rode out the whole passage, turning and lighting up the cultists trying to shoot his friends. He smashed into the water and it hit him like a truck. He felt his legs shatter and his ribs crack, and only the padded back of the bike kept his spine intact. He managed to doggy paddle to shore and press the distress button on his coat before passing out.

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The sergeant grasped the hilt of her sword and began to sprint towards the cliff edge, taking a dive into the murky water. Her streamlined form penetrated the water like a knife blade, barely disturbing the water. She swam to the shore.

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Atris hoisted the body of the commissar and ran. No weapon could save them. Bodies of cultists rained onto the shore, their fanaticism driving them to insanity. The sergeant tried to open the commlink in the helmet, tweaking it with her one free hand.

"This is Sergeant Atris! Requesting support immediately! We have taken a casualty, and are currently fleeing from the enemy!"

A deep booming voice answered back.

"Oh really, Emperor worshiping scum?"

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Lynessa was rather angry by being distrupted by the women she saved from a surely more horrible fate then she gave her. But what happened happened. She wanted to kill lynessa but tzeentch protected her from the pain and had his minions spawn to kill the worshippers of the corpse.
She had chased the women who apperently was with 2 men. She stood on a cliff and began shoutingg towards them. ''Run away then this is no day for killing! Tomorrow you will see the burning terror of the changer of ways!'' She screamed as she saw 2 of her personal soldiers being killed. She got really mad she send her remaining 13 soldiers back to camp lynessa would deal with this personally. She climbed downwards she was barely dressed as she didn't even have the time to do that she was dressed in a half open tzeentchian cultist robe her power sword in one hand her bolt pistol in the other. She rushed towards the one who killed her men and said. ''You and i will fight this out! Why did you kill my men? You could have just left we didn't even want to kill you!''