Like a single muzzle flare the whole tree line was lit as in broad daylight. The first to fall didn't knew they were dead before they hit the ground. In unison the two assault squads positioned to the front and back of the ork convoy were onto them with smoking jump packs and roaring chain swords. 'Devastators, unleash His righteous fury!', Pasanius voxed, and as soon as he spoke the last words rockets streaked overhead and hit the crude greenskin vehicles. Like being kicked by a giants boot the Trukks were flipped onto their sides under thunderclaps of explosions and blooms of fire and smoke. Battle brothers armed with heavy bolters had no need for their targeting systems for there were targets aplenty. Body parts and blood filled the air just like the mass reactive bolts of the Ultramarines. Where a greenskin managed to evade the deadly hail of bullets either by luck or a rare gap between overlapping fire sectors, was an assault marine waiting to shred them to bloody pieces. The battle was a mere minute old when the tactical squads formerly hidden in the tree line advanced towards the screaming and dying foe maintaining fire for their brothers already in the heat of close combat. Combat knifes where drawn as they closed in on the shrinking horde of greenskins and the blades reflected the steady muzzle flares and explosions maintained by the support troops like the glitter of the stars above. Pasanius watched the numbers of Xenos shrink while starting to grin. He opened a vox channel - "This is Sergeant Pasanius. The ambush went just as planned. Uriel, we'll bring out the rest of the trash and join you shortly! These orks won't be a concern anymore." "Very well. But Brother, make haste. I've got a lot of green friends coming who are eager to meet us in person." "Just like me, then!" Pasanius answered, closing the channel. "Brothers, you heard the Captain! Be done with this filth; there's more slaughter to come! We march for Macragge!" With the power of over fifty voices the noise of war was drowned under the battle cries of the Ultramarines. "For Calgar, for Macragge, for the Emperor!" - BoilingCopper, just a little something I had in my head for some time! 😉
