"Alright, freak. Ready to get the shit kicked out of you?" Cardin sneered as he finally walked into the arena.

Winston didn't bother replying to the obvious attempt to rile him up, mostly because he didn't feel like wasting words on a stupid brute he hardly expected to last longer than a minute when they finally started trading blows. After his fights with Jaune, who had proven to be as inexperienced as he looked, and Weiss, who hadn't fared much better, his expectations had already been lowered to rock bottom in the brief few minutes it had taken Cardin to retrieve his equipment and finally march down into the arena where both the guardsman and the crowd were waiting for him.

If Winston had to take a guess, he would have assumed the juve stood at around two meters tall. Compared to Winston, measuring barely over a meter and a half tall after his last general fitness tests, the redhead towered over him. The brute's imposing height, combined with the equally massive mace he carried on his shoulder and the swagger he held when walking into the arena might have intimidated a lesser opponent, but not Winston.

After having faced down murderous Orks, psychotic Chaos cultists and their traitorous Astartes allies, and horrors capable of slaughtering one of His Angels just as easily as they could cut down a squadron of Guardsmen, there wasn't anything he had yet to see that he would have backed down against. A child incapable of realizing how outclassed he was was nothing to fear.

Winston almost felt sorry for the fool. Almost.

"Hey, are you just going to fucking stand there or are you going to say something?" Cardin called out.

The Korpsman maintained his silence, believing any words directed towards his opponent to be wasted breath on such a noisy idiot. Rather than answer the challenge posed to him directly, he took a moment to inspect his opponent's equipment before the fight started in the unlikely event the loudmouthed child wouldn't simply try to bludgeon him to death. The boy was smart enough to wear armor unlike most other students he had seen so far. Whether or not it was a testament to how weak the brute's aura was or a redundant protective measure, Winston hardly cared to find out. It likely wouldn't matter anyway.

Instead he focused on where his opponent was the most heavily armored, namely the arms, upper torso, and lower legs. Those were the areas he was least likely to cause any damage to, meaning while his entrenching tool and bayonets would likely have no effect on the heavy plate armor covering those parts, his laspistol probably wouldn't cause any long term injuries if he targeted them. A solid hit with his entrenching tool or a deep enough stab wound left by his bayonets were just as likely to have fatal consequences if they did connect in those unarmored areas should the boy's aura fail to protect him.

He had already managed to injure Weiss, albeit superficially, and despite wanting to make an example of the twat who had dared to insult his teammate, he didn't want to kill anyone.

Of course, accidents could always happen. Given how Winston's opponent was wielding a two handed mace that was large enough for an Ork to comfortably use, he was almost in as much danger of suffering a mortal wound if Cardin could manage to hit him with it. It was odd seeing a juve carry around such a massive weapon as if it weighed nothing, and yet that was just what the redhead did as he flourished his mace like a small child pretending to be an Astartes for some inexplicable reason.

It was a good thing this was the idiot who had made fun of his teammate, otherwise he might have felt sorry for what he was about to do.

Maybe Cardin was trying to show off, or perhaps the idiot was simply bored and didn't want to make the first move. Winston always struggled to tell what civilians were thinking whenever he was around them, and although he had improved tremendously after leading a ragtag force of survivors on a planet besieged by the forces of Chaos, he knew he still had plenty of room for improvement when it came to understanding the people he was sworn to protect. Then again, if everyone was as stupid or arrogant as the students he had seen so far, baring a few rare exceptions, perhaps it was better that he remained in ignorance. Thankfully, he knew at least one person in his current team who seemed to be an exception.

"Oi! Freak!" The brute shouted, his patience finally reaching his limits. "What the hell are you- screw it. I'll just take my time showing why no one messes with Cardin Winchester."

There he goes bragging about himself again, Winston thought as he watched the juve charge at him. Apparently Orks weren't the only ones stupid enough to forget who they were or what they were supposed to do if they didn't constantly remind themselves.

It turned out that they weren't the only ones with an aversion to carefully planning their attacks either, as Winston was pleased to learn. The huntsman-in-training made no attempt to hide his intention to crush the guardsman into the ground, giving the smaller of the two boys ample time to step out of the way of the heavy chunk of metal that came hurtling towards him.

The Korpsman was mildly curious as to why the mace head was whistling as Cardin swung his weapon over head before it crashed into the floor, cracking several of the stone tiles where Winston had been standing previously. Either the boy's weapon was as defective as its wielder, hollowed out to help with the weight balance, or the brute's weapon contained a surprise similar to that of Weiss' rapier. Regardless of which one it might have been, the guardsman had no intention of letting his opponent stay on his feet long enough to discover what secret the mace held, if it wasn't simply a broken hunk of metal.

Winston snaked a hand inside of his trench coat and pulled out one of the many bayonets safely secured inside of it, deciding to forgo using his entrenching tool as the larger weapon would only be a liability should it prove unable to block the hefty weight of his opponent's mace, and raked the weapon's serrated edge against his opponent's unarmored stomach.

Had that been against anyone without aura, then the guardsman would have been rewarded with a torrent of blood spouting from the fresh wound he would have carved as he tore his victim's guts out. Because of the unnatural protection his opponent's aura provided him, Winston's attack never even touched his opponent. The guardsman could feel a strong resistance as the teeth of his bayonet skirted across the invisible defense that protected him not unlike that of flesh, but was ultimately unsuccessful in ending the fight in a single strike as he intended.

That wasn't to say his counter attack didn't have any effect, as Cardin let out a hiss of pain as he covered his uninjured stomach with his arm. Winston was very pleased to see that, while aura could protect against physical harm quite well, extreme temperatures weren't the only thing aura couldn't completely defend against. His opponent's inability to withstand a little bit of pain was also useful to note, as it meant that he had one more way to beat the juve into submission.

"Raarrrgh!" Cardin roared out in a mixture of pain in frustration as he attempted to backhand the guardsman away, but missed as the smaller boy ducked underneath his arm with ease.

Winston took full advantage of his opponent's frantic impulsive reaction by trying to carve a deep wound in his thigh, aiming where he presumed the boy's femoral artery would be should he manage to penetrate his opponent's aura. The Korpsman's attack once again failed to draw blood and was forced away from the brute's flesh with the same odd resistance he had noticed earlier as his bayonet raced up from the inside of the boy's knee all the way to his crotch before deciding to pull back a few steps and reassess his plan of attack.

Cardin let out an almost comical mewling as his knees buckled and he guarded his manhood with one hand and supported the rest of his weight with his mace using his other. The students who were spectating let out a collective groan of pain alongside the redhead, why was beyond Winston's guess, giving the guardsman ample opportunity to pull out yet another bayonet so both of his hands had something to work with once he finally to engage the crass idiot in front of him once again.

The Korpsman was fully aware that waiting for his opponent to recover was nothing short of stupid, but even allowed the boy plenty of time to stand firm on both of his legs and recover as long as he needed to. It wasn't out of pity or mercy, the Death Korps had thoroughly beaten such charitable notions out of him long ago, but the desire to have at least one opponent be able to touch him today. So far, even though he hadn't had to take his lasrifle out of storage, he had proven to be unstoppable in his previous spars. While Winston could appreciate a one sided slaughter in the heat of battle, the same could not be said during training. Hopefully Cardin would start performing a little better now that he knew what he was up against.

"You motherfucker. Do you think this is funny you little mute freak?" The brute bellowed as his grimace softened and he started to stand without the support offered by his weapon.

No, Winston did not think this was funny. Pathetic, even for a civilian… PDF… whatever huntsmen-in-training were the equivalent of in the Imperium, but not funny.

Cardin took the guardsman's silence as mockery of his current sad state and let out a mighty roar as he charged with the same reckless abandon as he had the first time. Winston couldn't help but to let out a sigh of disappointment at seeing yet another student fail to learn from their mistakes, but held back from rushing forward on the off chance his opponent might have been holding back earlier.

The Korpsman's hesitation saved him as it allowed him to glance upon his opponent's mace and notice how the head was glowing an ominous orange as the redhead drew closer. Winston felt slightly vindicated in his earlier appraisal of his opponent's weapon even if he didn't know what danger it posed to him yet, and threw himself backwards as Cardin raised his mace once again in an attempt to crush the guardsman underneath it.

A deafening boom sounded as the heavy mace head crashed against the floor and caused the mace head to detonate, releasing the fire dust that had been stored inside of it all in a single blast directed at the guardsman. Thanks to his evasive action he was largely unharmed by the explosion, although his controlled fall had been turned into a rough tumble that left him sprawled out on the floor once he finally hit the ground. Winston quickly picked himself up off the ground as an all too familiar ringing assaulted his ears and he could hear the crowd cheering now that it seemed the action was picking back up.

The guardsman was back on his feet as the dust kicked up by the explosion had yet to settle, only partially obscuring Cardin but doing nothing to hide the satisfied grin on his face. Apparently the brute thought all it would take to beat him was a simple trick that even a cadet could see through. The Korpsman had to fight back the sensation of glee he felt rush through his body at the thought of wiping his opponent's cocky smirk off his face as he ran forward before the juve noticed him.

The fool didn't notice the two six inch long blades of serrated steel sailing straight towards his throat until it was too late to do anything about them. Both bayonets slid harmlessly away Cardin's exposed neck as they struck his aura, failing to draw blood but successfully catching his opponent off guard as he jerked his whole body backwards in a blind panic, abandoning his weapon in the process.

After having given the brute one too many chances already, Winston fully intended to end the spar in a way that would have left little debate about which one of them would be the victor of their battle. The guardsman tucked both of his bayonets back into his trench coat before running up to and tackling Cardin to the ground, only being able to do so thanks to knocking the larger boy off balance with his previous attack, crashing down on top of the juve. From there it was simply a matter of straddling the larger student's chest, pinning the redhead's arms underneath his legs, and throwing as many punches as it took to break his opponent.

The first punch felt like he had struck the armored hull of a Salamander, no doubt an effect of Cardin's aura protecting him, but that didn't discourage the guardsman from carrying on his attack. Broken fingers weren't anything he needed to worry about, so feeling that his first hit must have been a little too light as it didn't so much as make Cardin flinch despite the lingering pain he felt in his fist, he put even more effort in the next punch he threw in an effort to defeat his victim.

Winston punched the juve at his feet again, and again, and again, setting into a steady rhythmic pace whose beat was maintained by the sound of his fists wailing upon his victim as he put more and more power behind each strike. There was no emotion, no joy, no reason behind the continued beating. All that mattered to the guardsman was breaking the boy beneath him, and that was exactly what he intended to do. With every attempt he made at actually connecting with the boy's face rather than the invisible aura covering it finding less resistance with every blow he rained down on his opponent, the guardsman felt confident that his continued efforts would soon be rewarded.

The percussive echo of Cardin's beating soon became the only sound that could be heard throughout the training grounds as everyone fell silent watching the once entertaining fight quickly devolve into a relentless beatdown that not even the brute's most hated enemies could find palatable. Even Ruby and the boy's own teammate in charge of watching his leader's aura levels were unable to look away from the scene playing out before them as Winston kept on striking the boy trapped beneath him as if nothing else mattered in that very moment.

How long the pummeling carried on for was anyone's guess, for no one could find it in themself to look away from the primal display of brutality from either macabre fascination at what they were witnessing or a growing terror that they too could end up like Cardin should they ever find themselves fighting against the guardsman. The students and combatants were so absorbed in watching the Korpsman carry out his brutal work that none of them had noticed Glynda Goodwitch had rushed over to see what the commotion, or rather the sudden lack of noise that was even more concerning, was about.

"I think that will be enough, Mr Voytoski." The headmistress' voice pierced through the arena, putting a sharp end to the ongoing beatdown.

Winston froze with his left arm reared back, ready to be sent hammering down into his opponent's brutal face once again before being stopped at Glynda's command. He remained motionless long enough to spare the headmistress some of his attention, quickly noticing the determination blazing in her eyes and the way she was directing her riding crop towards him should he happen to ignore her. Not wanting to displease the only staff member on Beacon he held any modicum of respect for, he quickly stood up and then slowly backed away from both the headmistress and Cardin.

With the situation safely resolved for the time being Goodwitch proceeded to walk over to Cardin as he lay prone on his back, still unwilling to move from where he had been tackled to the ground.

"Your aura is almost broken." She coldly informed him, pulling out her own scroll and lowering it before him to show the boy how close he had come to bodily harm. "I'll take it that you were aware of this?"

Winston could only see out how close he had come to achieving his desired result from how far away he was standing, but he could clearly make out a small sliver of red that was presumably Cardin's remaining aura relative to the mostly empty bar it resided in. The boy let out a small grunt of pain in confirmation of Glynda's assertions.

"Very well." She sighed, pushing up her glasses before fixing a steely glare on the rest of the boy's team who were still watching her with their mouths gaping open in shock. "Dove, Sky, Lark, come down here and collect your leader immediately. I expect to hear a full explanation as to why you neglected your duty of monitoring his aura in the middle of his sparring session in private."

The trio of boys looked downcast after hearing the irritation in the headmistress' voice and slowly proceeded to climb down into the arena to do as she asked, following behind her and dragging Cardin in tow as they marched behind her in sullen silence. With the fight officially at an end and none of the spectators willing to become the guardsman's next victim, the crowd that had built up before the fight quickly dispersed until only Ruby was left looking over her teammate.

Neither one of them moved for what seemed like an eternity, and perhaps they might have stayed there just as long if it hadn't been for Team JNPR coming to see what Team RWBY was up to.

"Aww, I think we missed something important." Nora whined as she made her way over to Ruby.

"Uhh… yeah, you guys definitely missed something." The young leader said with a nervous laugh, unable to find a better way to describe exactly what had happened.

"What happened?" Ren asked, picking up on Ruby's discomfort immediately.

The girl thought long and hard about how exactly to fill in Team JNPR on what happened without making her teammate out to be the bad guy. Sure, he had definitely gone overboard and it was more than a little terrifying to watch her teammate emotionlessly beat Cardin into the ground. Still, Winston was her teammate and she wanted to at least try to stick up for him as best as she could, given how he was still new to both Beacon Academy and Vale as a whole. That was before taking whatever things he had seen before they met into account if his offhand comment about zombies was anything to go by. Whatever Grimm went by a name like that couldn't have been fun to fight.

Speaking of which, Winston never did tell her whether or not it was a Grimm in the first place. Oh, what was she worrying about? Zombies weren't real. They couldn't be.

she hoped.

"Winston kinda beat up Cardin." She hesitantly explained, trying her best to focus on something that wouldn't leave her with nightmares for the rest of the week.

"Oh, that had to hurt." Jaune grimaced, the memory of his defeats still fresh in his mind.

"Yeah, it definitely looked like it did." Ruby said, unable to suppress the shiver that ran down her spine.

"Oh please, that dummy had it coming." Nora dismissed in an attempt to comfort Ruby. "I'm sure nobody felt sorry for him."

Pyrrha joined in too. "Just because his fighting style is a little… " She struggled to think of the right word, unable to think of how to describe his acts in Port's Class when most huntsmen and huntress-in-training had learned how to make a clean kill against most Grimm shortly after forging their own weapons, without offending Winston despite him being too far for her to hear, "...messy doesn't mean anything."

"What about burning a hole through my dress when he shot me!?" Weiss yelled, pointing to her bandaged shoulder and her singed dress as she reentered the training room with Blake and Yang trailing closely behind her.

"He did give you a chance to surrender earlier." Blake reminded her, further enraging the heiress.

"So what if I didn't give up when he made the mistake of underestimating me and calling me pathetic? That doesn't mean you can just ruin someone's dress!" The heiress roared as her face reddened with rage.

"Calm down there, Snowflake. Weren't you just telling us that you were the one who started shooting at him the moment he gave you a second chance?" Yang jumped in as she fixed the heiress with a glare.

Weiss stammered for a moment as the reality of the situation was presented to her. "I-I… those are two completely different things! Besides, he was obviously pretending to give me a fair fight when he refused to grab whatever amazing weapon of his Ruby kept going on about this morning!"

"Oh yeah, that's right." Yang playfully conceded, adding, "Tough guy over there beat you without using whatever he is used to fighting with, just like those three Boarbatusk and they all lasted longer than you did both times."

The white haired huntress let out an indignant gasp at the blonde's thinly veiled insult. "Why you insufferable bi-"

"Come on girls, can't we all just get along?" Ruby interrupted, pleading for her sister and partner to stop arguing.

"We can, when we all start listening to who we all know who should be in charge around here." The heiress answered.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Blake asked as she raised an eyebrow at Weiss' remark, Yang backing her silently from behind.

"The noble thinks she should be the leader." Winston muttered as he marched into earshot of the two teams.

"See? He agrees with me!" Weiss triumphantly announced, fighting back the urge to refuse the only person coming to her support…

"I did NOT say that." The guardsman sharply replied before anyone else could come to the wrong conclusion.

…only to be left deflated as her teammates and friends in Team JNPR, and Jaune, were left staring at her awkwardly after Winston cleared her misunderstanding.

"Well, this is awkward." Yang mused as she attempted to steer the conversation into a safer direction, turning her attention to Team JNPR. "How did your guys' fights go?"

"I got beat up by Winston too. Three times in a row." Jaune sighed, earning a fleeting pang of sympathy from the heiress that faded as quickly as it appeared once she realized who she was pitying.

"Me and Ren tried to fight Pyrrha, but we couldn't even touch her by the time the fight was over." Nora said before striking a triumphant pose. "But that means we can only go up from here! So long as we can do better against the Invincible Girl, then we will have won the war even if we have all of the other battles before then."

"Invincible Girl?" Winston inquired as he fixed his gaze on the huntress-in-training who the title belonged to as she tried to hide the blush that was creeping up on her face.

"Oh please, it's just a silly title some of my old classmates back in Mistral used to call me. It seems to have followed me all the way to Beacon. It's… it's nothing worth talking about." Pyrrha explained as she grew more and more embarrassed the longer she took to explain her unofficial title.

"Nothing worth talking about?" Ren asked, unwilling to let the girl shy away from her well deserved place in the spotlight.

"Pyrrha earned her little nickname on account of winning the Mistral Regional Tournament four years and counting. It's kind of a big deal since it is the largest annual tournament held for huntresses-and-huntsmen in training." Yang explained, quickly picking up on the reason behind Winston's confusion.

"And she's on the back of every Pumpkin Pete cereal box!" Jaune exclaimed, leaving everyone else stunned with how this seemed to be the only thing he could remember about his own partner's claim to fame.

Winston didn't know what a cereal box was or why it sounded important but judging by the disappointed looks the everyone else was giving him, save for Pyrrha who was doing her best to hold back a laugh, he figured he was no less confused than the others. Even so, her status as a champion filled him with some hope that she might be able to provide him a worthy challenge after having been so sorely disappointed until now.

"You're an experienced combatant, Cadet Nikos?" Winston asked her.

"I suppose you could say that." Pyrrha bashfully admitted.

"Have you… not heard of me before?" She added, unable to hide her glee at having the opportunity to meet someone else who wouldn't be afraid to talk to her because of her shining reputation.

"No, I haven't." Winston confirmed, his answer lighting up the champion's face with a radiant smile.

"Geeze, next you're going to tell us you never heard of Mistral before coming to Beacon." Yang playfully teased, leaving her quite surprised when she heard her teammate's response.

"You're right." He replied, eternally grateful for the Omnissiah blessed Scroll Ozpin had given him that allowed him to only be mostly clueless about the world of Remnant rather than completely ignorant about everything he hadn't personally observed.

"Huh, I uhh… wow." She said, words failing to describe her shock.

"Krieg must really be far away from Mistral if you never even heard of the place." She finally muttered.

"You're right." Winston repeated, unsure of what else he could say without breaking one of the rules Ozpin had given him.

"Say, where is Krieg anyways?" Ruby interrupted as her curiosity got the better of her. "I remember you said it was north of Vale, but Patch is around there too and I never heard of Krieg before."

Winston gave his leader's question a moment of genuine thought before deciding it would be better to do something drastic than risk earning the wrath of an Inquisitor by attempting to answer Ruby's question.

"Would you allow me to see what you are capable of, Cadet Nikos?" Winston inquired, hoping a fight against what was quickly sounding like to be the strongest student in Beacon would be enough to get both Teams to stop prying into him.

Fortunately for him, it worked, albeit for a variety of reasons.

"Huh, you certainly have some balls, Tough Guy, but are you sure you want to fight Pyrrha of all people?" Yang asked as she tried to hide her interest in such a fight. "Your aura has to be getting pretty low after two fights and-"

"His aura fully recovered while he was fighting Cardin." Ruby informed everyone, before quickly adding. "I kinda want to see what you and that lasgun you showed me can do too…"

"Ooh, this'll be fun to watch!" Nora exclaimed. "I'm rooting for Pyrrha. Represent Team JNPR!"

Ren could only shake his head and offer his friend a defeated smile knowing it would be better to go along with her antics rather than fight against her as she dragged him down to take a seat beside her.

"This should be interesting." Blade idly mused, the bow on her head twitching as she joined the others alongside her partner who was now looking just as excited as Nora.

"Well, it could be fun to see what techniques and weapons someone from outside the kingdoms can use." Pyrrha said as she started to prepare herself for the upcoming fight.

"Pyrrha." Weiss said as she shot glares at her new teammate, "Kick his ass."

"Hey, language." Yang chided as she uncovered Ruby's ears, having reflexively preserved her sister's innocent ears for a little while longer as the heiress made her allegiance clear.

"Ouch, so that's what it looks like." Jaune mumbled to himself at having found not to be the reason behind Weiss' ire for once.

Feeling an odd sense of kinship with Winston even more so now after seeing Weiss' dislike of the guardsman was shared between them, the blonde boy offered him one final parting piece of advice. "Uhh… don't kill my partner?" He said, or rather pleaded.

"If she really is invincible, then she should have nothing to fear." Winston calmly stated in an attempt to reassure him.

"Someone's getting full of himself." Weiss grumbled before being silenced with a swift elbow to the ribs courtesy of Yang.

"Nobody is invincible." Pyrrha sighed, still embarrassed at how her friends were still referencing her title. "Anyways, I look forward to our battle."

"As do I." Winston honestly told her as he turned to retrieve his lasgun from his locker.

"Do not disappoint me."


Special thanks to Tireless Traveler for beta reading this story!


Author's Corner:

This chapter took far too long to finish, but after trashing two versions that were absolute garbage, I present to you all one that doesn't fill me with deep regret, even if it is on the shorter side. The next chapter will be the last one with any action for quite some time. Anyways, I hope you all are looking forward to a fight between a veteran Guardsman and Pyrrha as much as I am!


Comments:

JawsOnYou67:I do hope that over the story he starts to get a better view of remnant and it's people. So many 40k stories just have one side better then the other which sort of ruins the enjoyment.

Believe me, I want to explore Remnant beyond the confines of Team RWBY and Beacon too. Remnant is an interesting place from what little lore we have been given of it, and it's a damn shame so much of it is never explored or is outright contradicted a season or two after its introduction. Also, who in their right mind would ever say the W40K universe, THE Grimdark defining setting, better than the other one it is introduced to? Well, aside from someone who is thoroughly indoctrinated by Imperial propaganda?

Just because our Krieger only knows of war for now doesn't mean he won't find other interests in life outside of fighting or dying for the Emperor… or then again, maybe not.

holandia1103: From what I understand a lasgun(or at least the m36 pattern) is like an AK47. They are cheep, reliable enough and there are more than enough of them for everyone.

While I do agree that a lasgun would be vastly superior to any ammunition Remnant could produce, I also think it would be much more powerful than one of the most common weapons of the modern era. Last time I checked, 7.62mm rounds don't consistently remove limbs or blow cauterized holes through flesh, no matter what uninformed politicians say. .50 BMG, shotgun slugs, or a point blank hit from a shotgun might be capable of removing a limb, but not a standard AK-47 round.

Anoncorpse15267: I dread to imagine what's going to happen to Cardin, having your armor superheated by a lazbolt would probably make the injury worse than just a second degree burn and a torn up dress.

Imagine what would have happened if Glynda didn't intervene. Question of the day though: Will Cardin learn his lesson or try pressing his luck again?

The Scholarly Seraphim: (Regarding possible changes to "questionable plotlines and writing decisions" in canon RWBY.)

As I have said before, I will be making changes as I see fit in order to make events seem more reasonably believable in-universe or according to my own whims because this is my fanfic and I'll do what I want, dammit. Respect will be paid to both RWBY and W40K whenever possible, but I will not allow my respect to weigh this story down when certain nonsensical events/motivations or obvious cop-outs need to be entirely removed. There will be no Deus Ex Machinas here so long as I can help it. I… cannot make the same guarantee regarding poor foreshadowing.

To everyone debating the practicality of a 'chainshovel' in the comments: (holy shit there were a lot of you!)

The short answer is no, there will be no chainshovels appearing in this fanfic. The long answer is that, because a chainshovel would be functionally identical to a chainaxe, the only exceptions being how it would be inferior to a pre-existing staple of the Warhammer universe which is already an over the top weapon, there is no reason for someone as pragmatic as a Krieger to find or make a chainshovel when there are better options available. The main advantage an entrenching tool has over an axe is its ability to dig, something a chainshovel would fail miserably at due to the high likelihood of dirt, mud, and other natural debris clogging up the chain or motor mechanism of the chainshovel. To anyone who thinks I am wrong, try digging a hole with a chainsaw and see how well that works out for you.

With that said, I would imagine every Guardsman would dream of having a chain weapon of their own to slay the Emperor's enemy someday…


That's it for me. Thanks for reading and I hope to see you all again in the future.