"Open fire!" shouted Sgt. Kaskiivor as he slid into cover and let loose a massive torrent of bolter rounds, cutting down several children as they rounded the corner, chasing three army soldiers who had fallen back in a fighting retreat, possibly even the last in their unit.
"Sgt. Look out!" a Neophyte called out from above a balcony, alerting him of a blood letter rounding the corner right behind him.
It's breath was sticky and hot, slime dripped out of it's inhuman tong. It screeched a loud, angered howl, filled with fury and excitement, almost trying to scare the fist as he looked at its prey.
"BRING IT!" Kaskiivor shouted as he plated his feet in the ground, bracing for the thing to charge him.
Its pronged feet sprinted through the cracked masonry and crumbling stone, its sword dancing with fire that blazed through the night sky. But as it brought its blade back to stab the fiery heart of the fist, the world seemed to go in slow motion as he dropped his bolt rifle and hit the ground, landing in a push up position, dust and grit flying everywhere as the demon impaled a death guard plague marine. The tainted blood of his ally slowly dripped onto the blade, infuriating the demon. Not because of who he killed, but because he missed his mark. He turned around and made another attempt for the loyalist, the lifeless body of the death guard captain wavering around in the air. This time however, our hero dove to the left, missing the blade by a hair. He then countered it by tearing out a massive chunk of re-bar and tossing it at the thing. The rockcrete that was left on it shattered on impact, both seriously injuring and angering the demon. It now jumped into the air failing to cut him in half as he kicked out the last pole supporting the hovel it landed in, the heavy stone collapsing in on it, burying the monstrosity in a massive pile of rubble.\
"Wow, that was easy" commented the fist as he casually picked his bolter up off of the ground. But just as he cracked his back, the thing burst out of the stone and roared in anger with the slight sounds of blood gurgling in his throat.
"Dude, didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to shout?" he said as he raised his bolter to fire upon the bloodied chaos demon, but found a nasty surprise as it clicked empty.
With a look of joy now, the thing cast aside Kaskiivor, smashing him up against an alter, the force of the impact leaving the imprint of his backpack in the sturdy stone masonry.
It's victory was short lived however as two golden figures jumped down in front of it, sending dust flying in every direction, clouding its vision.
"You will burn you foul piece of ork shit!" screamed one of them.
At that moment, the clicking of two force weapons being activated filled the demons ears, and at that moment, the two custodians bust from the debris and began to beat the hell out of it.
"Aaron, look out" the rougher looking one as he rammed his weapon into the face of the demon.
"Don't worry about me Amman, you take the demon, I'll help our friend here" said the other.
Amman blocked the blow from the sword, then with all his might, thrust forward and stabbed the demon in the chest, killing it instantly.
"Custodians, I thought I was a goner their. You have my thanks" Kaskiivor said.
"Don't mention it. Listen, most of the fists that are here are regrouping at the northern gate where Dorn is going to make a push against the others.
"Good, three weeks into this shit and the death toll is already too high. See you on the other side" he said before he wandered off with the rest of his men.
Just as Amman withdrew his weapon from the belly of the beast, the two of them were jumped by eight other blood letters.
"Well, shit" Amman said.
"Well no one ever said it would be easy" Aaron replied.
Aaron ducked under the blow from one of them and blocked the blow from another, proceeding to parry the attack with a quick jab to the gut.
Amman blocked blow after blow with unbelievable ease as the two of them fought back to back, just like warriors of legend. And in one motion, Aaron drove one knee into the ground and thrust his weapons blade into the gut of one while Amman blasted the brains of another out the back of its skull, showering the walls with inhuman gore and alien blood.
Aaron decked a third one in the jaw, sending the poor things teeth and fangs in every direction while Amman lacerated the fourth into three pieces, showering himself with it's own blood. He raised the weapon into the eyes of the fifth and pulled the trigger, ending the beasts life in the blink of an eye. Realizing that fighting them was a lost cause the demons routed from the field scattering to the winds, while the two Custodians remained unharmed.
"Well, that went better then expected" Amman said, breaking the silence. Just then, contact broke over the radio. It was Sanguinis.
"To all Angles and Custodians out their. You are needed back at the palace ASAP. They have broken through the palace walls! I repeat they have broke through the palace walls!"
"Well, shit" Aaron said as he stood up and cracked his helmeted neck.