The bolter in Ardo's hands kicked as he fired at his target. The designator rounds exploded wetly against his two opponents, covering them in dark blue paint. After he emptied his weapon, he rolled to the side and unsheathed his chainsword. The weapon came to life as he thumbed the activation rune, roaring like the spirits of hell themselves.
The first attack came from his left. A fellow recruit dove toward him, his sword arm outstretched in a thrusting position. Ardo ducked the blow and powered the handle of his sword into his opponent's stomach. The sound of rushing air filled Ardo's ears as his opponent exhaled explosively.
With a grunt of effort, Ardo picked up the recruit and hefted him onto his shoulders. He proceeded to sprint into an open patch of ground directly ahead, using his captive as a shield. Red designator rounds peppered the human shield, and he yelped in pain, then Ardo dumped his opponent over his shoulder as he dove into cover.
The designator rounds peppered Ardo's cover, little more than a piece of scrap metal stuck into the ground, and he waited for a lull in the firing. When everything fell silent Ardo sprinted out and charged toward one of his opponents, who wielded a modified heavy bolter. The recruit was trying to attach a fresh ammo box to the weapon, but it was too late. Ardo delivered a swift kick to the recruit's groin, and then slammed his knee into his face as he doubled over. Ardo knelt down and retrieved the heavy bolter, attaching the fresh ammo box, and keyed his vox-bead.
"Yusuf, Esahc, move up on the left flank. Abhay and Varen, provide cover fire. Move on my signal."
Four green lights appeared in his eyepiece, indicating they understood. Ardo steadied his breathing, keyed his vox twice, and then charged the main base of the red team.
Designator rounds exploded all around as he sprinted forwards, but none seemed able to touch him. He felt like he was invincible, like he couldn't be touched. A designator round that clipped his ear ended his reverie, and he rolled to the side for cover before returning a sustained burst from his stolen heavy bolter.
A angry scream told him he'd scored a hit, and he peeked around his cover to look at the base. He could see his objective, the red flag, flapping in the breeze, and he also saw the last remaining red team members, each armed with a pistol and chainsword. He cursed under his breath, wondering where his team was when a cluster of blue spots erupted on the chest of the smallest red member.
"Sorry we're late squad leader. We were trying to be as quiet as possible."
Ardo keyed the bead in acknowledgement, and stood, then emptied his heavy bolter. He dropped the cumbersome weapon and redrew his chainsword, then voiced a mighty roar. His squad echoed it from all side, and the red team looked around in fear. Ardo took several bounding leaps before the red team noticed him. They fired at him, but he weaved and dodged, avoiding the shots. He reached the wall of the base and leapt up, easily scrambling over the five foot wall. The red team engaged him with their swords, but he made quick work of them, head butting one into unconsciousness and hitting the other in the neck with the covered side. He smiled and strode forward, sheathing his sword as he did so. He called for his squad and they quickly clambered over the walls, enormous grins on their faces that revealed their growing fangs.
As one, they approached the flag and picked it up, then waved it high overhead, shouting loud enough that they hoped the Emperor could hear.