Battle. Even through the sound dampeners of his Mark VI helm, Lionus Telemarch, Space Marine Captain of the Second Legion, Hammers of Light, could only describe the event as earsplitting, but it was just a glancing thought. He was behind cover, an immense fallen over tree, his boltgun barking in his hands as he sent round after round of mass-reactive bolts into the Eldar warrior positions.
The Eldar wanted this world for it's lush atmosphere and perfect climate. The world was quite the gem, that is why his company was dispatched to take it for the Imperium. It was an intense encounter, one his company was not expecting, but more than ready to handle. He was proud of his battle brothers, all of them strong, devoted, smart men. Another company was on its way, but he hoped to end this skirmish before they arrived. A round from the single Wraithseer detonated to his left, tossing him to the ground. He decided it was time to move.
'Take down that walker!' He screamed through the vox, drawing his powerful chainsword with one hand. The company's lone Terminator armour, piloted by Marine Gage Edanus, came up next to Lionus.
'Edanus! You come with me! You four!' Lionus orders, pointing to a group of marines, 'split,' he continues. 'Gather six men each, and take the flanks! We are taking that bastard down!'
'Yes Captain!' The four run off, firing their bolters.
'With me Edanus!' Lionus sprints towards the battlesuit at incredible speed, allowed through his genetic modification granted to him by the Emperor of Mankind. The Terminator is right behind him.
He hacks apart two Eldar with precise swings of his whirring chainsword, the weapon screeching against the warrior's armour. He fires his bolter point blank in another's face, taking the warrior's head off, leaving a gaping opening gushing blood. Lionus is still running.
Edanus is swinging left and right with his lighting claw. An Eldar hangs from the electrified weapon, before he shakes the destroyed body to the ground. A solid kick splits another soldier in two at the chest, spillling gore and blood on the ground.
Lionus reaches the large Walker at precisely the same moment as the two units he dispatched. Twenty four space marines, one Company Captain, and a walking tank descend upon the large mech. It attempts to throw the Captain off, but to no avail.
One swing of Edanus' claw takes out the machine's knee, and it collapses on the damaged joint. The space marines open fire from the hip, destroying both arms and the remaining leg. Lionus jumps on the front of the battlesuit, and tears it off. He sees the soul stone, the object that powers the machine. He tears it out, and the Wraithseer slumps, dead but standing.
The Legionnares cheer as the Eldar now scatter, the cowardly bastards, their only
chance of winning this fight destroyed. Edanus salutes Telemarch with his lightning claw.
A shadow suddenly casts over the battlefield, which is now only populated by marines. Lionus looks up, and recognizes the shape of an Eldar vessel. The ship is in orbital bombardment position. He now realizes why the Eldar retreated. But it's too late. Too damn late!
The first bomb strikes. Two battle brothers. Gone. Lionus shouts a retreat, but he knows, his brothers know. It's just too late.
Another explosion. Three more space marines reduced to puffs of red. The explosion rocks the Walker, and Lionus falls with the Wraithseer on top of him. His shock absorbers take the lethal factor of the weight, but there is damage. All of his ribs are broken and a lung is ruptured. Lionus knows this. He can still see, his head is exposed.
Three more detonations. The closest one destroys Edanus and two others. Lionus struggles to get the Wraithseer's remains off his chest. He looks up to see the flash of an explosive entering the atmosphere. The round strikes the Walker. Direct impact.
