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hey guys, just did this yesterday, haven't punctuated properly as yet but just wanted to see what direction I should take with it?

thanks everyone




The heavy bolter coughed like a giant, it’s fist sizes projectiles whistling through the air from the polished gunmetal mouth, their velocity penetrating the slight bodies and garish armour of the aliens that assaulted them, brother numero altered his stance slightly and sent more hails of fire into his attackers making their bodies twist and move in a macabre parody of the dances they performed when they approached through the ruins, this city was not theirs and will never be theirs as long as brothers from the Hounds of Terra were here to take it back, the broken ruins crunched into powder under the heavy ceramite footfalls of brother Adamus as he approached numero’s position, his humming plasma cannon strafing left and right begging for an enemy to show themselves through the ruined buildings, so he could show them the full wrath of the emperors fury by turning flesh, bone and armour of warrior or vehicle alike into nought but molten slag, as he was wishing, hoping for battle, red runes danced in front of his helmet visors instructing them to converge on the fallen imperial stronghold, adjacent to the place they had set up a base of operations descending from their strike cruiser ‘the Hounds breath', 40 strong brother marines including tactical squads, devastators, scouts and assault marines would now be instructed to assume ambush formations alpha-15 and alpha-9.

Brother Numero and Brother Adamus stalked the ruins finding cover between the charred remains of Imperial strongpoints and administorum blocks, reduced to piles of rockcrete and iron bars by the eldars witch weapons, always alert and constantly scanning foe any signs of these lithe aliens, "Emperor damn these witches" spoke Adamus quietly on his vox bead, "they do nothing but play with us, hiding and sneaking up on us, too scared they are to face our fury face to face", "They may be a disgrace to the imperium but they are a worthy foe old Adamus" said Brother Numero, his voice quitly strained as he scanned the landscape for any signs of ambush " they may lack our strength and tanacity but they have sharp minds on those shoulders and we should never be too lax when it comes to a foes tactical prowess my friend", "Hmmmph sounds to me like you admire these sons of grox!", "No, never admire, nor respect" Numero said "but to beat any enemy you face you need to have an understanding of the way thay bring warfare to our planets", "that kind of talk will get you either promoted into old captains boots or locked up sympathising with the.....!"

As Adamus spoke his ceramite boots slipped upon the broken stone, causing him to release his hold of his plasma cannon to steady himself on the jutting rio,his weight bringing part of the wall tumbling around his black clad legs, revealing the crouching forms of three of the Eldars most feared close combat specialists, the howling banshees, even before the ruins had slid to a stop around Brother Adamus's feet and he'd regained control of his Cannon, the banshees had already sprung into action, their bodies twisting and jumping over the ruins, swords were unsheathed mid air as they prepared to divorce Adamus's head from his heavily armoured shoulders, the first banshee was scant inches from his face, her sonic mask so close Adamus could see her eyes behind the mirrored lenses when she jerked sideways, her body practically disintergrating from the neck down as numero unleashed a torrent of bullets from his heavy bolter, her smoking wet corpse hit another of her squad as she was flung mercilessly from the impacts giving Adamus enough time to bring his Plasma cannon to bear, one shot, half power, was enough to burn a smoking crater through the remaining two banshees, the bodies hanging limp and dissolving on the ground as the heat of the shot continued to burn, "Emperor protect, that was clo.." started adamus only to be cut short by Numero's tone "No Adamus, not emperor protect, not close, but sloppy and not concentrating, we need to have our wits about us and not waste breath by talking, lord knows we need to be back at the hold now! so be vigilant and lets try and actually return in one piece"