The attack came at night, but the Guard was not found unbeknownst. Wights without number poured from everywhere against the wooden fences of Castle White, the Guard camp built north of the Wall precisely to attract an attack.

The wights used makeshift rams against the fences, just to be cut down by heavy lasfire. Lasfire also proved successful in setting the wights in flames. Then the doors opened up and the wights charged, just to be killed by lasfire and flamethrowers from different killpoints usually outside of their reach. The doors closed once a significant number of wights entered to allow the garrison to mow them down effectively.

Two thousand men armed with lasrifles were worth a hundred wights with swords and sticks. Even more when defending a position. Methius was not sure if the Other in the Cold Lab was in fact the real reason the wights were attacking, the few weeks before the capture of that xenos have been quiet and just now they decided to attack. He still had to estimate the worth one of their own species had to their commanding officers compared to their zombie forces.

Methius had planned this confrontation considering the known enemy forces, their wight army, composed mostly of humans with some dangerous undead animals reinforcing. And the Others, the xenos themselves, expert swordsmen and psykers to some degree. What he had not expected was to see the xenos undead army retire just after a massive charge.

Most airborne vehicles followed the retiring wights firing with their cannons, an infantry charge followed to burn the still moving bodies. Methius first of all. One of Bimli's shadow was next to him, a guardsmen with a flamethrower and a few of the younger guards laughing and using their chemical torches to burn the bodies.

Then the White Walkers launched their counterattack. Methius saw the flamer fell down, with a dozen icicles protruding from the weak points of his armour. "Throne damnit, are those ranged weapons? Anyone can confirm ranged weapons?" His question was answered by flying icicles impaling another guard while he ducked for cover, at first there was no enemy to be seen, but the tattoos in his back didn't lie, the enemy was here.

Bolters and light artillery started spitting their gifts to the enemy from atop the wall, hundreds of men used their privileged position to rain fire to the enemies. It worked well, hundreds of wights were destroyed and fires raged everywhere, Methius had always loved bolter weapons, the one he carried right now evidenced that.

The ground started shaking, a rumbling noise came from everywhere and the temperature dropped a few grades, as if that was possible. Warp sorcery so strong he could feel his entire back burning.