The Dark Eldar leaped from the bushes and trees not finding the expected deserted encampment but instead a small army though the Dark Eldar out numbered the Marines 10:1 this was no trouble. The battle broke out instantly. The warriors and Marines clashing in close combat, the bikes and Jetbikes exploding in firepower and the HQs shooting their most powerful weapons. Suddenly the Dark Eldar looked up to see Commander Dante and his Honor Guard as they fly into the air. Though many of the Dark Eldar did see this many did not. They landed 3 meters behind the Dark Eldar's rear force and before they could eve turn around they were being slaughtered by the spinning chainswords and blasting boltguns. This was not a day for war it was a day for revenge. That particular encampment had never before been attacked. They had been called into battles, they had attacked other camps but no one had ever dared to even think of raiding them.

Dante's Honor Guard was ripping through their forces when suddenly they heard the loudest *Whoooosh* they had ever heard. They looked up and saw forty or fifty hellions roar into the battle. But the Marines were ready they sent out two assault squads and five land speeders with Multi-Meltas. Once again you heard a loud crunch as they hit in furious combat. Many hellions' riders were killed and their hellions went streaming to the ground. And then once again the air was filled with noise this time a loud crunch, crunch, crunch and four Dreadnoughts came out of the forest ripping apart anything Dark Eldar in their path. Then suddenly there was silence. But then "Waa, Waa, Waa, Waa, Waa, Waa, Waa, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" the death company screamed as they jumped into the air overheated their jetpacks and exploding right there and then. "To Victory" shouted Dante