The first thing the Nameless did as he gathered his bearings was to look at his hip for his helmet. Helmets. Space Marine officers usually go without helmets, but the Nameless favored them for the visual aid in combat. To his relief, his helmet had survived the transport. The space marine looked it over, then carefully put it on. A final inspection revealed that no, no sudden misfortune had befallen his equipment in the span of a few seconds. It would do.
The Blood Raven nodded his satisfaction as he slowly put his helmet on. In one millisecond, his tactical display came alive with all sorts of information. The composition of the forest around him. The thermal heat signatures in the distance. And above all else, his armor's machine spirit had absolutely no idea where they were. A soft curse issued from the marine's helmet in the form of a grunt. And on top of that, the Nameless squinted as he noted the armor signatures.
He was not alone. Something was there. No, several things. And from the helmet's readings, they were rapidly approaching.
The Nameless nodded as he silently gazed ahead. Even without the machine spirit's aid, those brushes were rustling far too hard for it to be the wind, and in two seconds a red glow emanated from the brush. Several glows, in fact. All gazing at him with nothing short of raw hostility. From the looks of it, there were around... ten of these glows. Ten beings. To some, it would be their worst nightmare.
To the Nameless, it was a bad joke. One of the things launched itself at him, and finally the Commander was able to ascertain what it was. It was most definitely not any of the usual foes of the Imperium. An odd wolf-like creature, clad in bone spikes and armor. Just barely below a Space Marine's size. It was nothing to him. The beast's charge died mid-air as the Nameless contemptuously shot a hand forward, grabbed the thing by the throat, and crushed its neck. The marine fully expected the thing's head to fly off, but instead it simply dissolved into dust. Interesting.
He'd have to think on that later, though. The other nine beasts charged right at him, clearly aiming to overwhelm. The Nameless's response was to grab one of them by the leg before using it as a makeshift ball and chain, spinning it around himself and smashing the thing into its allies. When the miniature cyclone of suffering cleared, the Nameless grunted as he threw the thing on the ground and stomped on its skull. Eight left. They were recovering fairly quickly. However, the Nameless would see to it that they did not recover in time. Sparking emanated through the forest as the Nameless brought his Thunder Hammer in a murderous arc down on one of the beasts. And from the sounds of things, two of the things recovered and were now charging at him. A swift turn and the marine grabbed both by the heads, then smashed them together with frightening ferocity.
And now the other five. It appears they have regrouped and are going for the charge once again. A simple scoff from the marine indicated how he felt about this as he strode forward, thunder hammer descending on beast after beast in yet more murderous arcs. One or two clawed at his armor and found no purchase in the blessed ceramite. And as soon as it began, it was over. Scout Sergeant Cyrus's teachings resonated in his head. There would inevitably be more after a strike like this. Not interested in being bogged down, the Nameless decided to get moving. Now. And in the distance... was that a village?
A village. Looks like it came from a Feudal world. Worth inspecting. And in the distance was more of the red glow of the beasts that assailed him.
Well, better get moving. The Nameless moved as fast as possible towards the village. With luck, it was human life, but knowing his luck so far, it was either a trap or they were all dead. Still, worth inspecting.
Of everything the village's local militia expected, it wasn't a sudden red blur making his way through the village. And what they expected less was him barreling through a pack of Beowulves like nothing. As the blur finally faded as the Nameless slowed down, it picked right back up as he slung his hammer on his back, engaging in hand to hand combat with the Grimm lifeforms. He was fast, he was clearly trained, and he was destroying the creatures as if they were nothing. Hook, jab, each one seemed to result in the death of a Beowulf or several. Sometimes, he'd unsling that warhammer of his off his back and wreck a small group of them in one fell swoop. And as soon as he arrived, the fight was over.
The Nameless spared the village a single look as he found to his relief that humanity did exist here, before it turned into confusion and intrigue. Not once did he see the Imperial aquila in this place. All he saw were awed humans in Feudal world garb. Either way, it was an anomaly to the Space Marine.
Best not to ask questions right now. The Nameless grunted as he left the village as quickly as he arrived. He'd have to think more on this. And on these... things that attacked him. Whatever they were...
...they were not the usual suspects. Studies of them would have to be conducted before moving in for the kill.