The flyers were close now, and the frontmost of the abominations started diving, and as soon as the ones behind them reached the same point, they also began to dive. The moved totally in synchronized order, each one following the other. Once they had all begun their dive, they spread out, casting a 5km wide shadow in every direction, and from above, all that could be seen was the glinting red eyes of the Temaplars. The gargoyles were almost on top of them now, but yet they still did not fire. No one wavered, all standing completely still, bolters still raised. The Templars preferred to fight in close combat than a long range fire fights, only in a bloody melee could the mighty warriors of Adaptus Astartes be truly sure they had vanquished the Emperors enemies.
Castellan Sefran continued to watch the sky, his helmet visor bleeping information at him, telling him to start firing now, but he ignored it. "No Pity, No Remorse, No Fear!, brothers FIRE!". At his command, every man fired their bolts, everyone of them hitting one of the beats. Explosions lit up the darkened sky, and the bolts pieced the gargoyles thick skin and exploded from within. They begun to fall, but as soon as one was killed, another five took it's place. However, ay one point, the beating wings of the Tyranids still moved, but the hoard of gargoyles did not, they were falling at such a rate now they didn't seem to be advancing at all. "Squad Rideal, go!", Sefran ordered.
High above the clouds, Great Redwall, the Dark Wing's personal Thunderhawk, was slowly circling above their brethren. The exit hatch was opened, and the 10 strong Assault Marines squad ran out their flying war bird and began their decent. The squad leader, Veteran Sergeant Peno, was kitted out with 5 frag grenades as well as his hand flamers and trusty chainsword. Two of his men carried ancient plasma pistols, the rest of them with their holy bolt pistols. Their jump packs where fully fuelled and prayers had been made to the machine good to ensure their spirit slaves kept the packs functioning. Peno's visor displayed their current decent speed and air temperature up here, although he didn't need his visor, he could see the ice already forming on his armour. They were all to free fall until they were 200m from the clouds where they would engage their jets and fall through the gargoyles slowly, killing as many possible, and once they reached the ground, they would meet up with the rest of the company and continue the fight.
Falling now at nearly 200km/ph, Peno and his squad all flipped their legs up and engaged the jump packs. Three seconds later they burst through the clouds, already firing their guns into the mass of aliens, and at such speed they sent them hurtling down towards the ground like missiles smashing into the sands dunes below. Now, their packs were slowing their fall, they were able to take more precise shots. As they reached the inside of the gargoyle pack. Peno and Brother Sweath engaged full power on their packs. As the other eight fell through the hoard, Peno and Sweath both cut their packs completely. Just a second before they entered the black mass, Peno threw a frag grenade up and Sweath threw a krak grenade. With their chainswords reeving, they slashed at as many as they could. They now could see the ground, and Sweath aimed upwards and fired two bolts expertly. As both men landed, heads facing down in a crouching position, the two bolts struck both grenades spreading shrapnel everywhere and incinerating the monsters who were close enough to the krak grenade. Squad Rideal had landed and now began jumping backwards towards their brothers, still firing their weapons.
Castellan Sefran continued to watch the sky, his helmet visor bleeping information at him, telling him to start firing now, but he ignored it. "No Pity, No Remorse, No Fear!, brothers FIRE!". At his command, every man fired their bolts, everyone of them hitting one of the beats. Explosions lit up the darkened sky, and the bolts pieced the gargoyles thick skin and exploded from within. They begun to fall, but as soon as one was killed, another five took it's place. However, ay one point, the beating wings of the Tyranids still moved, but the hoard of gargoyles did not, they were falling at such a rate now they didn't seem to be advancing at all. "Squad Rideal, go!", Sefran ordered.
High above the clouds, Great Redwall, the Dark Wing's personal Thunderhawk, was slowly circling above their brethren. The exit hatch was opened, and the 10 strong Assault Marines squad ran out their flying war bird and began their decent. The squad leader, Veteran Sergeant Peno, was kitted out with 5 frag grenades as well as his hand flamers and trusty chainsword. Two of his men carried ancient plasma pistols, the rest of them with their holy bolt pistols. Their jump packs where fully fuelled and prayers had been made to the machine good to ensure their spirit slaves kept the packs functioning. Peno's visor displayed their current decent speed and air temperature up here, although he didn't need his visor, he could see the ice already forming on his armour. They were all to free fall until they were 200m from the clouds where they would engage their jets and fall through the gargoyles slowly, killing as many possible, and once they reached the ground, they would meet up with the rest of the company and continue the fight.
Falling now at nearly 200km/ph, Peno and his squad all flipped their legs up and engaged the jump packs. Three seconds later they burst through the clouds, already firing their guns into the mass of aliens, and at such speed they sent them hurtling down towards the ground like missiles smashing into the sands dunes below. Now, their packs were slowing their fall, they were able to take more precise shots. As they reached the inside of the gargoyle pack. Peno and Brother Sweath engaged full power on their packs. As the other eight fell through the hoard, Peno and Sweath both cut their packs completely. Just a second before they entered the black mass, Peno threw a frag grenade up and Sweath threw a krak grenade. With their chainswords reeving, they slashed at as many as they could. They now could see the ground, and Sweath aimed upwards and fired two bolts expertly. As both men landed, heads facing down in a crouching position, the two bolts struck both grenades spreading shrapnel everywhere and incinerating the monsters who were close enough to the krak grenade. Squad Rideal had landed and now began jumping backwards towards their brothers, still firing their weapons.