The ground was slick with blood, but the boots of the Space Marine did not falter to provide grip. The mobile tank ran forward as a speed nearly incomprehensible to the human mind, with chainsword and bolter in hand, he charged the lines of the rapidly expanding line of heretical scum.

His Battle Brothers were right beside him, forming a wall of Ceramite and bolters as they rushed the heretics. His chainsword ripped apart two human heretics as if they were sheets of paper, before he chanced upon a Psyker.

Putting his bolter away and withdrawing his plasma pistol, he aimed with the Emperor's Might and unleashed a ball of hellfire at the Psyker. But those unholy lips were spewing out blasphemous words that belonged to the foul depths of the warp. As he unleashed his pistol, the blue ball spewed out and engulfed the heretic.

But he must've finished the incantation, or at least partially, for he felt as if his whole body was being pulled through a rubber tube far too small for him to fit. It was a torturous few seconds before he saw the light again, and the sounds of battle.

But instead the sound of bolter fire and the screaming litanies of his Battle Brothers, he was faced a completely different environment, lush green without a spill of blood in sight.

But a further look around showed he was in a fight between two foreign powers. But there was a distinct difference between the two. One side were humans that looked like Guardsman, while the other looked like a race of foul Xenos he had never encountered before. He was torn between the two. The Guardsman look alikes weren't really what he remembered, but the presence of the foul Xenos overrode any objections he had to the humans.

Turning around, he put his plasma pistol away and let his bolter roar, the rocket propelled bolt screamed through the air and impacted the primitive shielding of an Elite. The resultant explosion sent shrapnel scattering nearby, impaling a few unfortunate Jackals and Unggoy.

But it wasn't a second later when a second bolt impacted the shield, breaking it completely and by then it was all over. The third bolt collided into the Elite's armour and borrowed itself through, only exploding once it penetrated the skin, leaving the foul Xenos to be bisected by the awesome explosive force.

This all happened within a span of a few seconds, before that bolter moved again and fired another volley at an approaching Elite, bisecting him like the first. Another volley and another went down dying.

By now the Xenos front had nearly reached him, as had the humans. Rifle fire and plasma shot ricocheted and sizzled off his Ceramite as if it were nothing. He let loose another volley before he had to retrieve his chainsword, the teeth screeching as they kept getting sharper and sharper with each revolution, spitting out sparks as the motor block spat out black smoke.

With the first enemy, an Elite who thought to engage him in hand to hand combat, would be dismayed as the Space Marine moved faster than modern human comprehension, grabbing the Elite by his face and proceeding to bisect him with his chainsword. The adamantine teeth squeeled and the engine growled as it sparked against the shielding before breaking through, splattering the area around them in a thick layer of blood and gore.

Sufficiently annihilated, the Elite was dropped before the Marine ran into the fray. The growling and whining of the chainsword could be heard as it swung and chopped a disgusting path through the Xenos.

The human side made headway against their enemy, thanks to the progress by the Space Marine. Soon enough artillery rained fire onto the Elite's position, and the Xenos were forced to beat a hasty retreat.

He turned around to see the human line a few metres behind him, staring at him warily. The battlefield was quiet except for a few shots from individual marines at the retreating line of Elites. The Marine glanced around, his ocular device focussing on all of the humans and their equipment, their weapons wouldn't have a hope to affect him. But what drew his attention was rapid movement in the sea of Guardsman look-a-likes, a comparatively hulking figure adorned in green primitive metal armour came thundering towards him.

The new foe took out their weapon and fired into the Marine, the bullets ricocheting harmlessly off his thick Ceramite, it was built to sustain far worse than what this human could put out. They closed the distance rather quickly, surprising for a human.

The Marine hefted his bolter and squeezed off a burst, the bolts screaming towards their target at incredible speeds. The human dodged them, but only just, for the rocket propelled projectiles were as fast as they were deadly. The Marine squeezed off another burst, this time one caught the human in the chest. An energy shield crackled, similar to the ones the Xenos had.

The Space Marine watched this human as they got closer and closer, electing to put his Bolter away and equipped his chainsword. The engine roared again as he waited for the figure to get closer.

They suddenly broke from the crowd and blasted up the hill, a large knife appearing in their hand as they made to do combat.

If it was any other human, this would've worked.

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But this man, is an Astartes.

Brum-brum-brum-RrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRR!

A man of The Emperor.

SSSSSSSSSSBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

His Angel of Death.

Splosh BRRRrrrr drdrdrrron

The human laid at the Marine's feet, bisected by the fearsome power of the chainsword. The torso was messily removed from the hips and what was once whole, now laid in two pieces. The humans around him stared up in horror at what they've just witnessed.

"Anyone else who wishes to show me what passes for fury amongst your misbegotten kind!?" The Marine roared from his vox.

No one dared to come up to challenge him, for how could they? They were mere mortals before this beast of armour and firepower. He towered over them with a might not seen before, and their greatest warrior was dead at his feet with no apparent effort.

The crowd parted again to reveal a tall woman in military garb who stopped at the bottom of the hill and looked up at the monstrous man. "I am the Commander of the UNSC in this area. You have provided assistance while also killing one of our Spartans, surrender now and we may have peaceful discussions."

"And why should I kneel to you? From what I have seen, I could slaughter you all without a problem."

"Be that as it may, we have plenty of ordnance to bring someone like you down. This isn't the full extent of our arsenal. While I have no doubt you have supreme confidence in your skills, I would prefer no further bloodshed."

"I would still be surrendering to you, and an Astartes never surrenders."

"Consider it as a ceasefire with negotiations then. We certainly have no quarrel with you, and we wish to open a sort of peace between you and I."

"Mmmm… Would my weapons be confiscated?"

"Yes, as would mine." The Commander assured.

"No matter, my body is a weapon in of itself… Fine, I will accept your small proposal. I hope you have answers."

"We certainly do have questions." The Commander warned.