Ragnor crawled forwards to the tree line, ahead of him he could see three burnt out tanks, behind the tanks were Orks, he could smell them. They sat in the centre of a cross roads with perfect line of sight in every direction. Ragnor knew this junction was need so supplies could reach the out lying towns in this area. Across the road he spotted another Space Wolf, keeping low and staying in the shadows and protection of the trees. Turning round, Ragnor signalled for two units of Grey Hunters to join him.
'I need to get across that road, when I go do not shot unless I am spotted, then wait for my return.' With that two of the Space Wolves turned and crawled back the others who were waiting. Taking several deep breathes; Ragnor readied himself for the dash across the road. Finally he was ready and he threw himself out of the trees and charged across the opening, then he dived into the cover of the forest. Rising to his feet, Ragnor listened no shot had been fired, all had gone well. He soon found Gilianum, the Battle Leader of this area. 'Sir all of our vox-comms are out and we had no orders.'
'Listen up then. When this side opens fire, you follow suit, keep it on top of them and don't let it down. We will keep this up as long as we have too, we expect them to break cover and charge us. We should gun them down in time but if we do not have a Blood Claws pack ready to fight. Understood?' Ragnor nodded to affirm that he understood and returned to the road side. He crossed the road with ease and found his men and told them the order.
Two hours passed before the first Space Wolf gun fired and soon every one of the fifty men was firing their weapons. The Orks were keeping low and occasionally fired around the edges of the tanks. Not once had Ragnor seen these beasts in the open, strange behaviour for such primitive life, but this was not to concern him, all he knew was that they needed to be eradicated. As far as he could tell no Orks or Space Wolves had fallen and certainly no Orks had broken covers. Across the path Ragnor spotted Gilianum leading the Blood Claw pack into battle, he saw two of the new recruits fall. Anger rose in him.
'Blood Claws on me!' As soon as these words passed his snarling lips the pack were on their feet and following him into the fray. By this point Gilianum's pack were fighting and this gave Ragnor a big enough diversion to reach the Orks we out losing a single man. He jumped on to the nearest tank and threw himself into the Orks behind it, moments later his Blood Claws joined him. Combat was short, the unbridled aggression of the Blood Claws dispatched of what was left of the Ork mob. Silence now fell over the battle field. Five Space Wolves had fallen for nine Orks. Victory was theirs. Gilianum sent a runner back to the base to let them know the crossroads were now open, all that the Space Wolves had to do was hold it, but it did not seem that the Orks were that keen to keep under their control. Made for and easy victory and such thought could be the end of him so Ragnor cast them from his mind. Five to nine, not bad.