A fresh wave of orks were already pushing their way through their own dead in eager anticipation to close with the orange hummies. Soon the weary marines were back in the thick of it bellowing their war cry’s as they made their last stand. Captain Handsfol was back on his feet as soon as the apothecary Folk had stemmed the bleeding. All he could see was green. Grabbing his mace he charged forward to join the rest of his brothers in combat. He crashed tackled a big ork with slamming his mace into its gut. Leaping to his feet he brought his mace up in a viscous uppercut into the next ork to charge him. He turned and received an ork round to his left eye. Snarling he threw his mace into the ork crushing its skull. Charging forward he grabbed an orks wrist and flipped it over his back and stamped on its face crushing it. Turning he watched brother Jalon firing his plasma gun into an orks face burning through it too come back out and hit an ork in the gut knocking it over. He grabbed his mace and smacked an ork that charged at him bellowing. Handsfol turned and watched Chirol smashing through the orks ranks his assault cannon blazing. Handsfol watched as an ork ran forward and threw something onto the side of dreadnought Chirol and move back to the orks ranks. Dreadnought Chirol went up in flames, the top half of his body missing. Even in death dreadnought Chirol took with him twenty orks, his assault cannon still firing. Bellowing in rage Handsfol rallied the surviving marines and charged forward. Smashing aside a ork nob standing on top of Chirol, Handsfol dump tackled another ork as he strove to defend Chirol’s body from the orks defiling his holy shell. The rest of the marines stood around in a protective ring to defend the holy body. He looked up and saw Warboss Bilutz pushing his way through the greenskins in a desperate effort to get to Handsfol. Handsfol rallied round to his remaining marines, five of them were left. He swore that the fallen would be remembered and avenged; if he could kill the Warboss then the 5th company would be avenged. The glorious 5th Knights of Terra’s company prepared to take as many as possible with them, Handsfol charged forward, smashing orks left and right in a desperate effort to kill the warboss. However from the skies lines of drop pods came hurtling down towards the orks. The drop pods disgorged their deadly cargo, the 1st Company Knights of Terra. Immediately they fell upon the orks with righteous fury, determined to slaughter them to avenge their fallen brethren.
“FOR THE EMPEROR!” yelled Handsfol charging the orks leader, to his left the rest of his men bellowed similar cries. The ork boss bellowed “WAAAGH!” charged back and the two leaders clashed. Bilutz brought is claw to rip his other arm off but Captain Handsfol was too quick and weaved away at the last moment. Bringing his mace down he managed to damage Bilutz hydraulics for his claw, jamming it. Ducking as the Warboss swung his claw like a club Handsfol crash-tackled the Warboss and started to pummel its stomach with his mace. The warboss smashed his claw into Handsfol knocking him five feet clear of the ork. Standing Handsfol looked at the charging ork. He turned and saw Brother Alexis plasma pistol. Alexis had died during the fight to reclaim Chirol’s body. Grabbing the plasma pistol he fired it straight into the Bilutz’s face. The charging ork slowed as the round burned through its face. But it still had enough momentum to carry on its movement and stabbed its power claw straight through the Captain. Handsfol yelled in fury and smashed his fist down on the warboss. The Warboss died, burned by over 500 degrees of plasma. Handsfol slipped out of consciousness.
Right the fourth part will be up tomorrow.
Last edited by Lord Ramo; 05-08-09 at 11:19 PM.