Garus grabbed the green and white Eldar by the head and crushed it. He then threw it into another. Hundreds of new Eldar forces were pouring out of webway gates from all directions. The arches were the black and red of Altansar but the forces were not. Garus knew these ones all too well. "Bel'tan has arrived!" He shouted as he swung the thunder hammer in wide arcs, pulverizing Eldar left and right. He put the thunder hammer on full power and slammed it into the ground in front of him. A massive wave of energy sent Eldar in front of him flying away. He saw several Swooping Hawks descending onto his battle brothers. He upholstered his combi-pistol and fired several shots into the flying Eldar. Each bolt hit its mark and felled several Eldar. He holstered his gun and thrusted his hammer into a Eldar warlock, causing it to soar backwards and explode into gore. He continued to hammer the Eldar into nothing but masses of ruined flesh.
In the distance, Garus saw Daeus, the venerable Dreadnaught, slam his power claw into an Eldar skimmer, tearing the side from the rest of it. It exploded in a cloud of purple fire. He then fired a shot from his plasma cannon into a retinue of Eldar council members. The witches were either vaporized or torn apart from the blast.
The Imperial Guardsmen behind the Silver Skulls were unleashing deadly waves of las fire into the Eldar. auto-cannons roared with their bursts of fire. Lascannons spit outwards and hammered the Eldar Grav-tanks. Eldar Warp Spiders appeared in the middle of the Imperial ranks and fired their webspinners into the Guardsmen. A Commissar stood on top of some rubble, sword held in the air, firing a bolt pistol into the Eldar hoards. The unlucky woman was shot in the head by a bright lance platform. The woman was missing her head from the bottom jaw up.
Garus new that even though the Imperials were enacting a heavy toll on the Eldar, they were losing this battle. He stood on top of a fallen Wraithlord and shouted to men and Astartes alike.
"We must make a tactical fallback! All Guardsmen go first! My brothers shall hold the line!"
The Guardsmen began their retreat. The Astartes redoubled their effort to protect the retreating mortals. Garus grabbed a fallen meltagun from a dead guardsman. He fired the gun with one hand. The super heated nova blast vaporized a small group of Eldar Banshees trying to chase the Guardsmen. He then fired again into a pack of Wraithguard. He then threw the melta at the warlock guiding the Wraithguard. He then pulled out his pistol and fired a plasma round at the melta while it was in the air. A large explosion and the warlock and his Wraithguard were no more. Garus leapt from the Wraithlord and landed on top of a Eldar Banshee. His weight crushed the Eldar wench into a pulp. He saw a fellow battle-brother fall to an Eldar in gaudy looking armor. It was blue over all. The helmet was similar to the Dire Avenger Eldar. The mohawk was red and white. A golden crown rested upon his brow. A large soul gem was imbedded in the center. A crimson cape with golden yellow trimming hung low to the ground. Several runes were carved into the blue armor. Strange red rope hung across his chest. Numerous amounts of gems were socketed in his armor. He held a shuriken catapult in both hands. A sword hung at his hip, glowing runes and emblems were carved into the blade. Other fanciful things clung to the Eldar but Garus took no real notice of them.
The Eldar turned towards him and aimed his catapults at him. A direct shot from the shuriken discs would only scratch an Astartes armor but the discs could penetrate the weaker sections of his armor like the joints. The Eldar most likely knew this Garus thought. This xeno was different from the rest, if he could dispatch a space marine with no effort he was going to be a challenge. Garus gripped the thunder hammer and launched forwards. The Eldar waisted to time and fired a volley of shurikens at Garus. The Captain dodged left and right, slipping and sliding from one point to another, avoiding the speeding discs. The Eldar was no fool and cast it's weapons down. It then drew it's glowing blade and ran at Garus. Garus stopped running and swung forwards with the thunder hammer, using the momentum of the run to spin in a circle. The Eldar slid underneath the swing and stabbed upwards into Garus' groin. The blade pierced into the Astartes pelvis. The Eldar quickly withdrew and readied himself. Garus slammed the Hammer down with a grunt. The wound was already being treated by the armors life support systems. He then drew The God Cleaver. The blade struck fear into every Eldar nearby, the memory of their god being felled was still fresh in their minds. Garus thrust forwards. The Eldar sidestepped and swung downwards.
This is the end of the story. If you think the end is bad then I have to agree with you. The reason is that I stopped here and lost my will to continue. Thanks for reading this. I hope some of it was entertaining. I liked my characters Commissar Forninn and Magos Errant Flavion, so I may keep them and do some work with them and fix them up in their own stories. ALSO. I am well aware that this story needed some major editing, so can the shit posting and over critical reviews be few in number? Once again, thanks for reading.