The fighting was fierce now, every marine was face to face with their enemy, dispatching them on at a time. Brother-Terminator Stade had been isolated from the rest of his squad and was now fighting it out alone. His power fist crackled as he swung it through the 'nids, hitting several of them, splashing their insides over his black armour. This was the job of a terminator, to dish out the Emperors justice in blows from his fist storm bolter. As he swung his bolter up to fire of some shots, he was caught off balance by several of the gargoyles flying smack into him, one of which killing itself from the impact. As he began to fall, all the beasts around him swarmed down, now all knowing he would be unable to stop them. Stade knew that his mighty armour would keep him from harm for a while, but from so many of them, he wasn't so sure. He prayed to the Emperor continually to protect him so he may continue to rid the Imperium of this cancer. His suits alerts began going off, his armour was loosing structure and power, and it would only be a short while until the spirits enslaved to it failed and he would be high vulnerable to his foe. He tried desperately to right himself, but his powerful exo-skeleton in his suit couldn't get power over so many gargoyles. Then his saviour arrived. Castellan Sefran's helmet had picked up Stades automated distress beacon and had acted instantly. He jumped into the frey, standing over Stade, while circling his halberd all around him, cutting enough down, it gave Stade the space to get back to his feet.
"Thankyou Brother Castellan, may the Emperor continue to protect us," Stade shouted to Sefran over the comm.
"That he will brother. Now do not give up fervour, and douse the flames that dare to threaten mankind," Sefran replied charasmatically.
The battle was going well for the Dark Wings. As of yet they hadn't sustained any casualties. As one marine brung it's combat knife down through another gargoyle, he was struck down by super fast moving green blur, that instantly started corroding his suit, and within seconds, he was nothing but a few ashes on the floor. The men quickly looked up, and as they did, three huge Harridan's burst through gargoyle pack. They must've been 50 times bigger than a gargoyle, and 50 times stronger too. They were all carrying entire gargolye clusters on each of their 4 legs. Spitting their venom out again as they descended from they cannon like arms, it hurtled towards the ground bound marines. Fortunately, the Templars, with their enhanced senses and power armoured aided body, they skillfully dodged the shots. The marines were unsure as what to do. These gargantuan flyer were far too, large even for Space Marines to take down. Sefran thought quickly as to the best response to this new threat. He would need to think of an effective plan, and fast, or his entire unit could be wiped out. Still pounding away at the 'nids in front of him he suddenly thought of something.
Talking to just one squad, Sefran began his orders, "Brother Terminators, converge with me and attack the largest of the Harridan!"
The six men now together, they ran as fast as their terminator armour would allow towards the Harridan, ready to face it head on, to eradicate it from exsistance.
"Thankyou Brother Castellan, may the Emperor continue to protect us," Stade shouted to Sefran over the comm.
"That he will brother. Now do not give up fervour, and douse the flames that dare to threaten mankind," Sefran replied charasmatically.
The battle was going well for the Dark Wings. As of yet they hadn't sustained any casualties. As one marine brung it's combat knife down through another gargoyle, he was struck down by super fast moving green blur, that instantly started corroding his suit, and within seconds, he was nothing but a few ashes on the floor. The men quickly looked up, and as they did, three huge Harridan's burst through gargoyle pack. They must've been 50 times bigger than a gargoyle, and 50 times stronger too. They were all carrying entire gargolye clusters on each of their 4 legs. Spitting their venom out again as they descended from they cannon like arms, it hurtled towards the ground bound marines. Fortunately, the Templars, with their enhanced senses and power armoured aided body, they skillfully dodged the shots. The marines were unsure as what to do. These gargantuan flyer were far too, large even for Space Marines to take down. Sefran thought quickly as to the best response to this new threat. He would need to think of an effective plan, and fast, or his entire unit could be wiped out. Still pounding away at the 'nids in front of him he suddenly thought of something.
Talking to just one squad, Sefran began his orders, "Brother Terminators, converge with me and attack the largest of the Harridan!"
The six men now together, they ran as fast as their terminator armour would allow towards the Harridan, ready to face it head on, to eradicate it from exsistance.