It seemed as though the battle was going well, it seemed like they would win. The Death Guard continued to cut a bloody swath through the imperial lines, laying waste to anything that wasn't chaos. But as it seemed like they were on the verge of victory, only some several thousand meters from the gates, a massive smoke screen masked their view. Confused, they raised their bolters to open fire on what ever lay behind the screen. They fired off countless rounds, completely sure that they would hit something. Nothing, dead silence, not even a small whimper of pain. They hadn't even begun to move when they came under fire, bolt rounds pocketing the backs of their armor from head to toe. Scores of them were down before they could even turn around and return fire. And just as they began to make a comeback, the unthinkable happened; four companies worth of bikes poured fourth from the smoke and bolter residue, unleashing unimaginable hell upon them.
"Take this you faithless pieces of ork shit, you back stabbing weak little cock suckers! YOU WILL ALL BURN!" Amman shouted as his bike ran down countless traitors, one still dangling and flailing on the tip of his blade, struggling to claw his way up to Amman and bite him. At that moment the plague marines world was filled with a quick, unbelievably immense amount of pain as the custodian held his weapon out at the side and dislodged him from it. All the while Aaron sat behind him laying down hell, duel wielding two master crafted bolt pistols, slaying in complete silence. And in a split second, the custodians of foot and those in their bikes passed each other and engaged in glorious combat. A death guard tried to cleave the head off of one with a tainted sword. Now he was good, but the custodian was better. He slid to his knees and thrust his head back underneath the blade, weapon arm stretched out in front of him, and without any sort of motion, the blade simply slid strait into the mans chest, slicing through the cremate armor like a knife through warm butter. Another was fired upon with a heavy bolter, rounds spewing fourth from the mutilated barrel. In a blurred motion, the custodian deflected the rounds with unnatural speed and dexterity, each bouncing off of his halberd before sprinting in for the kill, completely butchering the chaos spawn.
"Amman, rocket!" Aaron shouted as the two of them shot into the sky by driving up the charred out skeleton of a rhino and soaring into the air, passing right in front of Terra's moon, the dark outline of it pressed against the night sky.
"Shit!" Amman said as the rocket sailed through the sky and right into their bike, the two of them jumping off just in time to avoid having their golden limbs scattered all over the temple. The two of them landed with one knee driven to the ground, the other in a kneeling position. Amman looked up and spotted a man wearing pitch black power armor laced with a gold trim. The man was of the Sons of Horus, without a doubt a champion considering the fact that most were aboard the vengeful spirit.
"You are Amman Kalin. We have heard of you, you fight with unparalleled brutality and utter mercilessness. You would make a perfect servant of chaos. Join us, and together we can destroy this false leader, and rule together with Horus and the Dark Gods!"
"Khai Elvin, I will never side with chaos, even in my death. The day I side with you will be the day I die you pathetic whore!" Amman shouted as he regained his footing.
"Then so be it, Custodian" he said with a cruel and harsh rasp in his voice. All around them carnage and slaughter erupted in a massive orgy of blood, carnage and slaughter, any sane army would be routed by the horrors around them. But they were The Custodian Guard, the emperor's own personal body guards. And with a massive burst forward filled with intensity and hate, Amman charged the man. They exchanged blow after blow, endlessly countering each others attacks. Khai slashed his massive cleaver directed for his neck, but was too slow. Amman knelt down and missed it by an inch, his eagle faced helmet concealing his already expressionless face, only revealing the eyes. With that he stood up, perfectly straitened back and nailed the stock of his pole-arm into his face, stunning the man and providing him with enough time to leap off the ground and bring his own body at into the air. Spinning sideways at a horizon tile slant, he thrust his armored leggings into his temple. He screamed in pain at the assault as he staggered back, and in one motion Amman continually hit him with is weapon. But things aren't always that easy, especially when fighting chaos. Khai regained his footing and smashed his cleaver into his weapon, drawing them into a lock.
"Why do you resist you worthless freaks? Only Chaos is eternal! You had you your chance to side? But instead you choose to blow it away for some old, craggy no good whelp such as your emperor? You will burn, he will burn, you all will burn!" Khai said as he pressed his blade further and further towards the mans face. Only his eyes visible, Khai could not see how pissed off he had made Amman, and with one perfect motion, he thrust his halberd forward, discarding, but tossing away the cleaver as well, Amman kicked the bastard in the chest, flipping him over and at the same time Amman back flips up and over the traitor, lands right in front of him and strait fists him in the jaw, dislodging half of the mans teeth followed by a one-two punch in the mans gut. He then grabbed him by the roots of his long greasy hair and slammed his face into his knee with enough force to dent a predator tank, then followed by pulling his head back and repeatedly plunging his clenched fist into his face over and over and over. He then turned him around and gave him a head ache punch while headbutting at the same time. And finally, as the traitor slowly staggered backward, Amman slowly approached him and in one quick, uber bad ass ninja boss move, he chopped the head off of Khai, tainted blood spurting out of the gaping wound.
"Don't you ever DARE take the Emperor's name in vein" he said, covered in unholy blood from head to toe as he glanced up and opened his eyes, the bleach white eyes filled with a dark brown iris and pure black pupils peering out of the gold plated eagle wings. And as he did so he noticed that several plague marines had surrounded him. He simply cracked his neck, glanced at one, and within a fraction of a second he was upon them.