Iria de Germania
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Baldur Bjornson
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To the surprise of absolutely nobody, it was the Cultists who broke first. They'd attacked from a rocky ridge, broken in multiple places and graced with a long slope that had given them and the traitor Astartes strong momentum as they'd swooped down to do battle with the awaiting Loyalists. It had been a bloody affair, the Traitors holding back to allow the Cultists to run into the first counter attack before they tried to throw themselves in behind the blow for some sort of combat advantage. Getting slaughtered wholesale, both by the return fire of Loyalists and the back swings of uncaring Traitors, had done more damage than their resolve could handle apparently. For they had begun fleeing within minutes of the battle being joined.
Without the distraction of the Cultists underfoot the Traitors had begun suffering from their numerical disadvantage in the count of Astartes vs. Astartes. Mad though they clearly were, they weren't suicidal. The Traitors, too, began to retreat. They were smarter about it, not going into a full route as they withdrew but they moved swiftly enough to prevent the Loyalists from surrounding them as they caught up with the fleeing Cultists. There was no doubt that the Cultists would suffer for their failures that day even if they managed to escape with the Traitors but... just as the regrouping Chaos forces began reaching the broken ridge and the cover it would have provided there was a new attack.
Three gouts of flame met Cultist and Traitor alike, interspersed with rapid bursts of Bolter fire. Half the Cultists froze in shock, the other half turned to run back down the slope. Neither reaction was good for their survival. Burst by the explosive Bolter rounds, immolated by the promethium-fed flames, or crushed by the oncoming Traitor Astartes. The Cultists died by the scores. Three heavily armored figures strode forth from the broken rocks, breaking cover but widening their lines of fire. The occasional crack of long-range bolter rifles echoed across the depression the ridge overlooked, unseen snipers picking targets as Traitor Astartes fell from hard hits in the joints of their armor. Then five more figures appeared, blades and chain-weapons in hand, they flew through the air with a running leap off the rocks behind the Flamer wielding trio. Axes, hammers, and swords came crushing down on the Traitors and Cultists as the black-armored attackers wove a dance of death that overlapped kill-lanes.
The Traitors and their Cultist minions were trapped in a circle of death made of Loyalist Astartes...
Without the distraction of the Cultists underfoot the Traitors had begun suffering from their numerical disadvantage in the count of Astartes vs. Astartes. Mad though they clearly were, they weren't suicidal. The Traitors, too, began to retreat. They were smarter about it, not going into a full route as they withdrew but they moved swiftly enough to prevent the Loyalists from surrounding them as they caught up with the fleeing Cultists. There was no doubt that the Cultists would suffer for their failures that day even if they managed to escape with the Traitors but... just as the regrouping Chaos forces began reaching the broken ridge and the cover it would have provided there was a new attack.
Three gouts of flame met Cultist and Traitor alike, interspersed with rapid bursts of Bolter fire. Half the Cultists froze in shock, the other half turned to run back down the slope. Neither reaction was good for their survival. Burst by the explosive Bolter rounds, immolated by the promethium-fed flames, or crushed by the oncoming Traitor Astartes. The Cultists died by the scores. Three heavily armored figures strode forth from the broken rocks, breaking cover but widening their lines of fire. The occasional crack of long-range bolter rifles echoed across the depression the ridge overlooked, unseen snipers picking targets as Traitor Astartes fell from hard hits in the joints of their armor. Then five more figures appeared, blades and chain-weapons in hand, they flew through the air with a running leap off the rocks behind the Flamer wielding trio. Axes, hammers, and swords came crushing down on the Traitors and Cultists as the black-armored attackers wove a dance of death that overlapped kill-lanes.
The Traitors and their Cultist minions were trapped in a circle of death made of Loyalist Astartes...