The ambush had been perfect. And Avalean's Squad had walked right into it. And now he laid here, in a broken heap, his intestines spilling out and his life slowly ebbing away as he watched the Ork Nobz stroll casually away, bellowing with laughter.
How dare you? How dare you turn your back on me?
From within a fire sparked into life. Its flames warming his soul and fuelling his temper. He could feel his legs again.
His anger climbed from within his mind and spread itself through this body. And before Avalean knew what was happening he was incensed, suddenly overcome with a desire for blood and death. With a roar he sprang up and launched himself towards the Orks. Pain lanced up his legs and shot across his belly but quickly dissolved into numbness.
The nearest Ork turned, a surprised look upon its face as the Blood Angel marine charged towards it. In the blink of an eye, Avalean slammed into it, tearing and punching at the green skin with uncontrollable rage. The others reacted, trying to force him off but he swept them aside like small children before dealing death to each in turn; a kick to the head of one and ripping out the throat of another.
Another two Orks entered the fray, their large, serrated cleavers slashing and stabbing.
After losing an arm, Avalean roared at the top of his voice 'For Sanguinis!' And charged.