Just before dawn Lark’san awoke to the loudest explosion yet. The Imperials were close now. For a final time he sent his communicate into the webway, this time including the location of the spirit stones that he had hidden. He then detached himself from the webway and closed the gate. He picked up his long rifle and walked down the steps to the floor of the clearing.
Just as the first rays of sun light broke over the top of the surrounding hills Jun’rsan and Fur’hsan slipped into the clearing. Only one other ranger was with them.
“They are here.” Jun’rsan said. He looked exhausted. They all did.
“We shall hold them at the steps. The power of the gate will afford us some protection.” Lar’ksan said as he pointed out where he wanted each ranger to position himself. The three pathfinders went up to the top of the steps. Lar’ksan walked over to a series of spirit stones which were set into the side of the gate, he spoke quietly to them and a low hum began emanating from the gate itself. He had activated a basic shield that would both stop some incoming fire and make it harder for the Imperials to accurately target the Eldar.
Once this was done he returned to the other pathfinders. They were all too exhausted to say anything. Resigned to the fate that awaited them they moved to their appointed places behind prepared wraithbone barricades. The temptation to flee into the webway was strong, but each had vowed to hold this place, and a vow to Khaine was not taken lightly.
The outer perimeter traps started being set off and explosions and screams could be heard from within the jungle. Lar’ksan estimated where the Imperials were and began to activate the discs and other manually triggered traps. Each activation was accompanied by more screaming. So far his estimating was proving good.
“Contact” one of the Eldar rangers on the lower steps said.
“Engage” said Lar’ksan as the first guardsmen entered the clearing.
Long rifles cracked out in the quickly humidifying jungle air and the first guardsmen into the clearing fell dead. Lasgun fire erupted from under the tree edge, but it was misguided and random and did no damage. The Eldar guns sight’s had no trouble picking out the imperial guardsmen at the jungle edge and they soon began to die. A heavy bolter added its staccato noise to the increasing din, but a few quick shots and it silenced.
So far nothing had got through the Eldar shield while the guardsmen continued to die. Lar’ksan allowed himself a brief moment of pride at what his team had accomplished over the weeks, and a moment of hope as they continued to hold the Imperials at bay.
All of a sudden a group of guardsmen broke cover on the left and rushed towards the gate. The Eldar quickly turned their fire onto them. No sooner had they switched targets then another group broke cover on the right. Pretty soon the guardsmen were rushing at them across the entire front having realised that they could not defeat the Eldar at range, they set about trying to overwhelm them by pure weight of numbers.
Many of the guardsmen fell as the rushed across the clearing, but such a small team of Eldar could never hold back so many.
“Prepare for hand to hand,” yelled Lar’ksan, as the Imperials reached the edge of the shield. The Eldar dropped their long rifles; they were useless at such range. They drew their shuriken pistols and knives, which were essentially short curved swords.
The first guardsmen died as they entered the shield, impaled by hundreds of shuriken. Then the guardsmen were on them. The Eldar fought like dancers with grace and agility, leaping and moving, slashing and firing. In comparison the humans were slow and heavy, stabbing with their weighty bayonets or swinging their lasguns in wide arcs.
The rangers at the foot of the gate held out for just over a minute. They fought as only trapped men without hope can fight and they took a dozen guardsmen down with them. In the end it was simply not enough. Each of them were overwhelmed by multiple attackers and dragged to the ground.
The pathfinders rained fire down into the guardsmen below and the momentum of the charge briefly halted. Then with a crash a section of trees at the edge of the clearing came down and an Imperial tank crashed through, its cannon already firing. The first shot bounced off the gates shield but the second exploded on the steps of the gate itself. The explosion sent shrapnel ripping through Jun’rsan and he collapsed to the ground dead, a large gash in the side of his head. More tanks quickly flooded into the clearing.
Lar’ksan and Fur’hsan looked at each other. “Shall we dance?” Fur’hsan asked.
“Let’s” replied Lar’ksan.
Together they rose and leapt down the steps into the midst of the guardsmen. This took them by surprise and four of them died before they had a chance to react. Lar’ksan and Fur’hsan stood back to back ducking and weaving fluidly around the attacks of the guardsmen, firing point blank into the faces of the guardsmen as they rushed towards them. They were a whirlwind of death.
Suddenly Fur’hsan cried out and collapsed behind him. In that brief moment of distraction a bayonet broke through his defence and pierced Lar’ksan’s thigh, another went through his side and a third bit into his shoulder. He succumbed to the pain and crumbled onto the step below him. He lay there for a few seconds and watched his life blood cascading down the steps like small waterfalls.
Glancing over Lar’ksan saw Fur’hsan collapsed against a step with a deep cut to his arm and across his chest. The guardsmen were not advancing to kill Fur’hsan however and he suddenly realised that he too was not being killed outright. He had expected a quick death. Yet again the humans had surprised him.
Looking around he saw the man that had inflicted the wound to Fur’hsan. It was the commander of the imperial forces. A man he had tried several times to assassinate. The commander wiped the blood off his sword and then walked over to Lar’ksan. “You are the leader of this force, are you not?” the commander asked him. “And do not pretend you don’t speak Imperial Gothic, ranger! I know your type.”
“Yes, I am the leader of this force, human,” Lar’ksan said. “This planet belongs to the Eldar and you are not welcome here.” Lar’ksan tried to sound as forceful as possible though he could feel his life slipping away. It was simply a matter of minutes now.
“I do not believe you are in a position to make threats xeno’s scum.” The commander said as he raised his sword above his head ready to plunge it into Lar’ksan’s chest. “I simply wanted to ensure that I had the pleasure of killing you, seeing as you have caused me so much trouble”
Lar’ksan stared into the humans eyes and silently commended his soul to Khaine. Then he blinked as his face was covered in blood. For a second he wondered if this was how it felt when you died, then he realise that the commanders sword still raised above him. He looked down slightly and saw two shimmering power blades protruding from the commander’s chest. They withdrew and the commander collapsed to the side, crumbling in a heap on the steps.
With the commander out of the way, Lar’ksan saw the Warp-Spider that had killed him. With blood still dripping from its power blades it lowered its death-spinners and shredded the nearest guardsman with monofilament wire. All of a sudden there were shouts and yells as more Warp Spiders appeared amongst the guardsmen shredding them where they stood.
Suddenly screaming issued forth from the webway gate as it shimmered into life. Guardsmen fell to their knees clasping their ears or ran screaming for the jungle. A dozen tears abruptly appeared in the satiny surface of the webway gate.
From each one a Banshee erupted bounding down the steps, killing guardsmen where they stood or knelt, like a tidal wave of noise and steel.
Lar’ksan was about to yell to the Banshees, warning them of the tanks waiting for them in the clearing, when a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see the surface of the webway torn from top to bottom, the elegant bulk of a Revenant titan stepping out into the morning sun. The light glinted off the Revenant’s two massive pulsars as they fired. Incandescent beams of light blasted into two imperial tanks, exploding them and sending them spiralling into the air.
The Imperials were in full retreat now, dropping kit and weapons as they desperately fled into the jungle. More and more Eldar troops poured through the webway gate, Dark Reapers, Dire Avengers, and weapon platforms. Jetbikes skimmed through and raced across the treetops firing at the fleeing guardsmen. Falcons and Fire Prims darted onto the planet and raced between the titans legs, chasing after the quickly fleeing Imperial tanks.
“Well done Lar’ksan” Farseer Ulthme’dun said as she stepped through the webway gate onto the top of the steps. “We are most grateful for your sacrifice. We have the location of the spirit stones you collected. You will enter the infinity circuit with dignity, a hero to your people.”
Lar’ksan smiled as he felt the life ebb from his body and felt his spirit enter his spirit stone. The webway gate was safe now.
The Swordwind had arrived.
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