Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Lone Wolf. Enjoy the 2000-Word chapter. I don't own Warhammer, Games Workshop, and a few others do.
(Epsilon Indi System)
The return of Styrvin was greeted with a few chuckles as he carried the slain Xeno soldier the same way carried a fresh kill on Fenris. He marched past dozens of his brothers and their wolf compatriots which accompanied their masters into battle with a bloodlust equal to almost to none.
He slammed the killed monster with a metallic thud which echoed through with enough force to echo. He gazed at the Wolf Lord who commanded their Chapter: Logan Grimnar.
"It hit like a Wulfen and had all the fury of one," Styrvin stated before he placed their hammer next to them. "There's more of them?" Styrvin asked with a smile which was stopped by his helmet.
Sven watched the soldier peel his helmet from his head. He was greeted by a Blood Claw who seemed to be rather young. He had matted black hair came into a wild mess as his helmet left his head. A few he had a small beard which was pathetic compared to many Grey Wolves and Long Fangs. His golden eyes and fanged teeth reminded him of the old wolves' centuries past.
"Damn right, brother," Sven stated while 2 of his Grey Hunters slowly started to walk toward the body. "And here I expected this mission would be boring," Sven added with his fanged smirk.
"This thing isn't an Ork. It's not as stupid as one." Styrvin stated while he smiled and began to look at the creature when it came down to it. "They're pretty damn hard to kill. It's also pretty strong." Styrvin added while he crossed his arms.
"Perhaps because you cannot swing worth a damn." He heard as he chuckled and gazed over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't have any trouble fighting Orks." He heard as he rolled his eyes.
"You seem to have trouble, hearing Vaskat," Styrvin stated while he leaned on the table. "This thing isn't an Ork, and it damn well isn't one of our brothers," Styrvin stated while he hummed to himself.
The Wolves began to crowd around the monster that had been slain by the young soldier. One of them made a grab for the monster's hammer which was greeted by a roll of the eyes from Styrvin.
"One of them that attacked me also had one of these hammers." Styrvin heard while he grabbed his helmet. "It looked different. It also seemed to be one of the Xeno's champions from the number of soldiers that seemed to follow after it." Styrvin heard as he chuckled.
"Good, another deed for the saga," Styrvin stated to which he smiled. "Those warships in the sky. That probably brought them here. The Orks didn't have any more ships from what the captain told us." Styrvin added while he frowned to himself a moment later.
Not once had they checked to see where these monsters had come from. It wasn't becoming of a Firehowler to be easily flanked and hunted so easily rather than doing the hunting.
"Perhaps they were waiting for us to make camp before they attacked." One of them asked which earned a few looks. "They aren't all stupid. Their boss has been keeping this fight going for a few weeks." He added to which Styrvin went to speak.
Before he was able to, dozens of engines started to fill the air. The Chapter seemed to look into the sky where many Crimson and Silver-shaped tear-like ships filled the air.
"Seems we hurt their feelings." Styrvin joked while he grabbed his helmet. "Shall we hunt them?" Styrvin heard as Logan held his hand into the air.
"Not yet. The Xenos have split their forces which means we're spread rather thin." Styrvin heard as he lowered his head. "We've split them in 2," Logan stated before he watched Styrvin don his helmet once more.
To many? The helmet only slowed down their senses. It made sense to a Blood Claw such as Styrvin to don it, he was young and had much to learn.
"We're split into 2 forces," Logan stated as his Wolves started to crowd around. "I'll deal with the reinforcements they sent in. The other half will deal with the Orks when they attack once more. Who wants to hunt the new enemy?" Logan asked which was greeted by looks.
Almost every wolf shot his hand into the air. A new hunt against a new enemy? It was a dream that was only graced the dreams of Russ himself. They all wanted the glory and honor of shattering the enemy and wetting their weapons.
Logan simply rolled his eyes towards them as he turned toward Styrvin who was silent. While the entire Legion wanted battle? ALL of the Legion bowed their heads to the Old Wolf who was considered by a few as Russ's successor to the throne of the Space Wolves.
"Half who stays gets half a dozen barrels of Mjod," Logan stated which made half of them lower their hands. "Young wolf who slew the enemy champion? You and 49 others? With me." Logan added to which Styrvin gripped his ax and bolter.
There was plenty who cared more about the din of battle than drowning their bellies with the drink only they drank. It was something almost all Blood Claws shared. Logan knew even the youngest of his men seemed to care plenty about the citizens and soldiers when it came down to it.
"They're bringing their weight against the guardsmen," Logan added while he frowned to himself. "That is where we are directing the half of our forces," Logan stated while he sighed.
He cleared his throat as Styrvin said nothing and nodded towards him. He frowned to himself under his armor while he sighed and started to rest his ax on his shoulder. He was interested in what this new enemy was despite his desire to carve his sagas. He was rather ready to battle them as well at the end of the day.
"What are they?" Styrvin asked while he raised his eyebrow. "They're pretty strong, and we've already been in a battle with the Orks for at least 4 weeks, and battling them hasn't done a lot," Styrvin added while he frowned to himself.
Logan was well aware of what this enemy had been capable of when it came down to it. They were ready to be done and onto the next battle at the end of the day. This enemy was a rather new factor that seemed to enhance the battle and the fact that there were more of them inbound? It seemed that they were to stay on this planet for a rather long period.
"Another threat to the people here," Logan responded which made the young wolf almost jump. "You are one of the Blood Claws that joined after the Battle of Fenris. Yes?" Logan asked to which there was a hesitant nod.
He laughed to himself. Even if all of the new packs within his command wanted battle? All of them were still eager and thrown off when their Wolf Lord spoke to them and acknowledged their presence in battle and outside at the moment. He was reminded that many of them wanted his favor and a saga similar to his.
Still? The man was well enough aware of what their bravado became if it wasn't properly tempered or controlled. The more time they placed on trying to be the way there? The less they'd be able to face their enemies in proper combat. It almost seemed to him that they were constantly thrown off by their enemies.
The wolves started to climb the hill and into the rest of the plains. Bolters were prepared for combat with the rest of their enemies, battle cries were thrown around. There was no end to their enjoyment to be had here and it came down to it.
"Don't do something stupid." He stated to the rest of the soldiers as they tried to advance into the area as they did so.
They cleared the hill and slid down and into the plains with roars and battle cries that bellowed across the battlefield as they did so. He cleared his throat before he started to smile to himself and raised his battle-axe as he pondered what the new Xenos had been capable of when it came down to it.
He cleared his throat. Many of his brothers were warriors who were constantly employing speed or tactics or such. Others often forget how the Space Wolves desired battle more than anything. He raised his weapons in glee at the fact that there were more soldiers to face and more honor to gain.
Yet he wasn't aware of the new monsters that were to land on this desolate planet. He simply charged into combat. There was so little he wasn't on the ball about.
(With Orks)
The green-skinned warriors roared with giggled with far more interest in firing at the enemy ships which seemed to drop off more reinforcements. They were at home on the battlefield and the long open plains favored crashing their weight straight onto the soldiers which the more constricted area hadn't favored. They fired dozens of bullets into the enemies yet they were greeted by more plasma than it seemed possible to meet with.
Their fleet had been scattered, yet there were countless soldiers on the battlefields. It had simply emboldened them to the battle they raged towards the Astartes in question. It was far more than they were expected from a new species whom they constantly battled at length.
It had been far more interesting in their minds when it came down to it. They simply didn't care who they were, only that they greeted them with blaster and weapons while letting out cries which almost seemed to crack the pavement while all warriors clashed in a brutal melee of combat.
Yet they were battered in combat with the sheer force and air support onto the rest of their soldiers. None of them expected the craft which descended on them and blasted them with plasma which melted their bones and seemed to burn them into nothing as their soldiers clashed with them with rage that equaled their lust for battle. It was honestly something that surprised them despite all of their gall.
They slowly seemed to be greeted by more plasma from orbit, melting their defenses away and slicing into their almost legendary durability. Their enemy offered them no mercy as they did neither. The Ork's soldiers were well aware of this and they didn't care, all of them welcomed into battle.
(With Space Wolves)
Styrvin slowly approached the city as his soldiers. His fellow brothers in arms were not to be distracted since glory was close at hand. He patted one of the wolves next to him as the animal seemed to greet him warmly. It was animals similar to this that made him far happier to battle alongside his brothers.
Styrvin gazed at the people below. People who would be slaughtered by the Grey Knights. His master had battled them at one point over this matter. They were part of the reason Styrvin pondered how they were at all Astartes.
Then again? He was Astartes and yet he protected them in a different matter. He went after their enemies and slew them before they laid waste to the Imperium around them.
The allies above were a mystery to him.
Author notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! Now, to the reviewer. The Space Wolves here are berserkers, not top-of-line tactical engines that curb stomp Spartans. The Banished also aren't cannon fodder simply because of 'technology.' I also wish to hear which words were misspelled… And the character is an eager rookie. The next chapter is in 2-10 months and will set the scene for the Wolves meeting the Spartans and will be 900-6500 words. Until the next chapter, Lighting Wolf out!
