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"Idrastus scowled. He lifted up his boltgun and opened fire upon the Guardsmen attempting to charge his position. He felt every bolt fly out of his boltgun, like a searing missile of hate, and grinned. The Guardsmen died in droves, their bodies filling up the ruins. Idrastus looked up. All around him, war was waged at an apocalyptic scale. Giant Chaos Titans, clad in baroque, black armor, marched forward, employing their weapons to devastating effects on the men of the Imperial Guard. The Imperium's Baneblades fired back in response, killing many of Idrastus' fellow legionnaires. And throughout the battlefield, millions of Guardsmen engaged with hundreds of Chaos Marines, both struggling to break the opponent's lines. Idrastus roared in anger, and ordered his squad to move forward. He spotted an enemy position a few meters away, and he planned to flank it. As his marines went towards their positions, Idrastus watched the Guardsmen weapon teams laying down a torrent of bolter fire to cover the guardsmen ahead, who were assaulting another of the Black Legion's Positions. Idrastus charged, an oath on his lips. The Guardsmen tried to turn their weapons upon Idrastus's squad, but were unsuccessful. Many of them fled in terror as they saw the Marines heading towards them, yelling war cries and drawing chainswords. A fierce combat ensued, with Idrastus' men fighting the remnants of the Imperial Guardsmen. Although the Guard stood little chance, they were fanatical in their attacks, bolstered with courage by the commissar fighting with them. Idrastus charged the commissar, swinging his sword with a maddened fury. The commissar parried his blow, and swung in retaliation. Idrastus swore loudly and feinted with his chain sword. The Commissar took the bait, and Idrastus stabbed him in the gut. The Commissar howled in pain, blood flowing forth from this wound. Idrastus roared violently. Today was a good day to serve the Four Powers."
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