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The large Iron warrior terminator, known as 'Mangler' to his fellow traitors; bashed his way through the guard lines. The double chain fists on each gauntlet were drenched in thick, dark blood from all their victims.
Platoon sergeant Alison Arturius aimed her plasma rifle at the oncoming heathen as he ploughed through more men and reduced them to bloody chunks. She squeezed the trigger but was forced to drop the weapon; it had overheated once again.
"Doll" said her husband, Arty; a man who served under her in more ways than one.
Arty dropped to one knee to help his wife up.
"Don't worry about me, stop that monster" she shouted
"Yes mam" nodded Arty
Arty took aim with his hotshot rifle and fired a few shots at the enemy terminator to only put minor blemishes on its armour. Mangler then spotted the duo and ran towards them.
He hacked his way through the conscript unit that barred the husband and wife team from doing any more damage. Once the last of the conscripts had been reduced to bloody chunks. He let out a deep, mechanical growl as he strode to them slowly.
"Don't worry; it'll only hurt a lot" he shouted as he pushed Arty over and onto his back. As Arty fell, the power source to his weapon was damaged. Mangler then lifted up the short, young man whilst hissing.
Arty reached for his pistol but couldn't grasp it
Alison ran towards the terminator, shouting at the top of her voice
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY HUSBAND" she bellowed as she clubbed Mangler on the back of the head with a mace she had found.
Mangler dropped Arty roughly to the ground and turned to face Alison.
Alison might have been one of the tallest girls in the region but she was still dwarfed by the heretical terminator
Mangler revved his chain blades again
Alison took a few steps back and tripped over. Mangler then leered over her with his blades revving close to her body, splattering her dusty uniform with blood from all his other victims.
Alison spotted a fallen bolt pistol nearby and reached for it. As she grabbed it, Mangler stomped on her right hand, crushing it beyond repair. She cried in pain as her hand was flattened between the hard ground and the heretics large, armoured foot.
"Doll, duck" said a familiar voice from nearby. Alison looked up to see her husband, aiming her dropped plasma rifle
Alison smirked and covered her head with her left hand. Mangler turned to see what was transpiring.
As he turned, Arty fired a blast of white-blue energy at the terminator. The blast struck the heretic at the base of the neck and burned through the armour, severing the heathens head from its body. A burst of blood and what looked like oil erupted from the wound and.
he heathens headless body collapsed sideways. As its body fell, the still active twin chain blades intersected each other and removed both the terminators forearms.
Alison and Arty then staggered towards each other.
"Thanks for the save" she said as she embraced her short husband
"I think this is yours" he said, forcing a smile and handing her the plasma rifle.
A cheer erupted from the surrounding Imperial troops. The last of the Iron warriors had been cut down
Alison forced a smile "That's funny, I thought they were celebrating us"
"We're not all that great" huffed Alison

A short time later, Alison and Arty walked past the rest of their regiment which was licking their wounds at an aid station.
They were both wearing numerous bandages while Alison had her right hand, wrapped in a heavy bandage which was dark red from all the blood
"Just a moment" said Captain Macintyre; the units field surgeon
"Sergeant; that hand of yours needs to come off, unless you want to catch an infection?"
"Can it wait ten minutes?" asked Alison with a smile
"Whatever for? You've got the most severe injury here. you have priority" said Macintyre
"I want to thank Arty for saving me" she said in a hushed voice
"Oh" said Macintyre, softly. Shorty followed by a much louder "OH!"
Macintyre pointed to a room at the aid station which was reserved for troops with infections and injuries in embarrassing areas
"No one's in there; I'll see no one bothers you" said the surgeon
"Thanks, Doc" smiled Alison, lifting her short, thin husband up over her left shoulder.
Arty waved at his friends and comrades with his right hand
"See you soon"