DISCLAIMER: I don't own Warhammer 40k, Games Workshop or any of the armies
in this story. Some of places will be mine and most of the characters are
too.
And now for the main feature...
The Ways of War
It was late. At least 11:30. Hrolf sat down in the snow next to a large fur tree. Then he heard the noises. An intense growl, gunshots and then a whack as a body hit the floor. He stood up and turned around. It was huge. A giant beast stood there. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had a feeling it was an Ogryn. The Imperial Guardsman by his feet looked in Hrolf's direction. He ducked. The Guardsman shouted and the firing started again. Lasgun shots hit the trees and the ground around him.
"These guys aren't very well trained are they?" He thought to himself. He rose and charged at them. He fired his bolter in one hand and swung his chainsword with the other. The snow was already bloodstained by a Wulfen. Of that, Hrolf was pleased, because if the Guardsmen hadn't killed it then it would have had him. He hacked at a Guardsman's head, and his blood stained everyone around. A Lasgun shot ricocheted off his chest plate.
"That wasn't very nice." Hrolf said and he hammered a bolt pistol shot into the Guardsman's face. It wasn't a pretty site. Blood spattered the Ogryn's legs and parts of his brain hit the floor. The Guardsman meanwhile had been sent ten foot away and when he hit the floor his legs broke at the knees.
"Ah I love this pistol." Hrolf stated to himself. Another Guardsman clouted him around the back of the head with a blow that would've killed a normal man. Hrolf being a Marine of the Adeptus Astartes had a reinforced skull, saving his brain from annihilation. Then he realised how doomed he was. He was ridiculously outnumbered and they had an Ogryn. He dismembered the Guardsman behind him and began to run. Being a Space Marine he was naturally faster than the Guardsmen but the didn't stop firing. He was hit right in the joint of the armour at the shoulder. He grabbed his Comm. Link and shouted into it.
"Guard! I need backup. There are Guard everywhere!"
"Why the hell are the Guard attacking you? You're Imperial." Replied a voice.
"No need to state the obvious! They're probably heretics, although I can't see any eight-pointed stars. Agh!" A Lasgun shot hit him in the wound again. "Just hurry up and get out here, my arm's almost off!"
"On our way." Hrolf continued to run.
And now for the main feature...
The Ways of War
It was late. At least 11:30. Hrolf sat down in the snow next to a large fur tree. Then he heard the noises. An intense growl, gunshots and then a whack as a body hit the floor. He stood up and turned around. It was huge. A giant beast stood there. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had a feeling it was an Ogryn. The Imperial Guardsman by his feet looked in Hrolf's direction. He ducked. The Guardsman shouted and the firing started again. Lasgun shots hit the trees and the ground around him.
"These guys aren't very well trained are they?" He thought to himself. He rose and charged at them. He fired his bolter in one hand and swung his chainsword with the other. The snow was already bloodstained by a Wulfen. Of that, Hrolf was pleased, because if the Guardsmen hadn't killed it then it would have had him. He hacked at a Guardsman's head, and his blood stained everyone around. A Lasgun shot ricocheted off his chest plate.
"That wasn't very nice." Hrolf said and he hammered a bolt pistol shot into the Guardsman's face. It wasn't a pretty site. Blood spattered the Ogryn's legs and parts of his brain hit the floor. The Guardsman meanwhile had been sent ten foot away and when he hit the floor his legs broke at the knees.
"Ah I love this pistol." Hrolf stated to himself. Another Guardsman clouted him around the back of the head with a blow that would've killed a normal man. Hrolf being a Marine of the Adeptus Astartes had a reinforced skull, saving his brain from annihilation. Then he realised how doomed he was. He was ridiculously outnumbered and they had an Ogryn. He dismembered the Guardsman behind him and began to run. Being a Space Marine he was naturally faster than the Guardsmen but the didn't stop firing. He was hit right in the joint of the armour at the shoulder. He grabbed his Comm. Link and shouted into it.
"Guard! I need backup. There are Guard everywhere!"
"Why the hell are the Guard attacking you? You're Imperial." Replied a voice.
"No need to state the obvious! They're probably heretics, although I can't see any eight-pointed stars. Agh!" A Lasgun shot hit him in the wound again. "Just hurry up and get out here, my arm's almost off!"
"On our way." Hrolf continued to run.