A massive explosion landed in front of Custodian Amman Kalin. His golden armor was painted red with the blood of traitors as he felled countless foes. One of The Emperor's Children tried rushing him from behind but failed as he spun around with lighting speed agility and cleaved off his legs followed by cutting him in half with his halberd. He dodged the discharge of a tainted bolt rifle from a plague marine, ducked under a thousand suns staff, and kicked a world eater in the chin, breaking is inhuman jaw. He then smashed the but of his weapon into the suns helmet, finishing him off by blowing his brains across the ground. He then rushed up to the plague marine and punched him five times. The first blow landing strait into his face, breaking the nose and dislodging his teeth, the second he grabbed the mans arm and broke it over his knee, followed up by flipping him over his shoulder and punching him in the face. He stood the man up right and punched him in the gene twice before finishing him off by stabbing him in the gut with his halberd. The red heraldry was tattered and cut from the ceaseless fighting. He wished that he could be with the rest of the companions, protecting the emperor, but he was needed here, and if the Imperium needed him here, then by the gods he would be. He punched another world eater in the throat, sending him falling to the ground, gasping for air and choking out curses before his life was ended by a quick, decisive slash across the throat, sending a fountain of red blood pouring out of his throat. The golden eagle on his visor was stained with the blood of the traitors. Five months into the fighting and it still hand't ceased, no surprise their though, Hours was always a persistent bastard. He spun a third Child around and headbutted him with his helmet on before bringing the back of his weapon right across face, splattering foul smelling blood everywhere. The Emperor's Child looked up through the red haze as he saw the last few seconds of his life vanish in the thrust of a single weapon. He was surrounded by an estimated four-thousand army recruits, yes recruits. Very green and the way he figured was that the only reason they hadn't broke yet was because a group of white scars had come to their aid. Their were several other Custodians with him, but each had died. And their deaths would be avenged, he would be sure of that.
"Custodian, get down" shouted a voice over a loud roaring engine. With that Amman ducked down and caught sight of a massive white bike fly over his head, a gleaming force sword severing several traitors in one sweep. The bike landed with a thud, the front wheel landing first as the second wheel crushed a traitor on the head. Their was only one man who could pull off something like that on a bike. The Khan.
"Many thanks Primarch" Amman replied to the man who had just saved his life.
"Don't mention it. Listen, You may be reluctant about leaving here, but the Emperor made a personal request for you. The courier who was suppose to tell you this was blow to smithereens by a volcano cannon. My scars and I will take over from here. Now go!"
Amman simply nodded to the Khan before he turned around and rat back to the palace. He wan't reluctant at all, but more confused on why the emperor had requested that he himself report to the throne room. The time for Malcador to take the throne couldn't have come yet, could it. It was only a month into the siege. Their forces were still holding firm, to an extent that is, and the only way that they could loose is if the Emperor himself was killed.