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Aethon stood stiffly, irritated by the other members of the squad but determined to rise above it. Just as he was about to say something to them, Korvis interrupted, and a grim smile settled upon Tev’s face under his helmet. He was growing increasingly worried about the closing enemy when the order to move out was given and he released a breath, nodding and moving off as stealthily as his power-armoured bulk would allow, having already stored the geneseed from Kai as safely as he could, slightly disturbed that he had had to perform such a task. ‘It shouldn’t have happened,’ he told himself as he moved off, before shaking his head. The others couldn’t see, but hate seethed in his black eyes. They seemed even blacker than normal, absorbing the light given off by his visor display.

Pushing through the undergrowth, he repeatedly checked his display for enemies, and it was only when the mass of markers, indicating the chimera train. He heard the rumble and froze, plans formulating in his mind. And then Korvis gave his orders, and Aethon had to agree. He couldn’t formulate a fool-proof plan to destroy the convoy, so it had to be a matter of wait in the shadows.

He crouched, pistol in his right hand and left on the hilt of his chainsword, waiting for whatever might happen. “Emperor protect us,” he murmured over the comms when Alesso reported the number of APCs rolling towards them, shaking his head. He would have spat if he could, the Chaos-worshipping scum made his blood boil.

“We need heavier weaponry,” he growled under his breath.

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The rebukes of his brothers meant little to Korvus, he tuned them out with the ease of years of practice, as did the promise of disciplinary action promised by the Sergeant. Disciplinary actions gave him something to do and keep his mind focused, and more importantly kept him from rising in the command ranks. Early into his training Korvus had overheard two trainers discussing that he was being watched for command potential. That had been the absolute last thing he wanted, and a good dose of serious insubordiantion and disrespect had crushed that idea permanently. But it never hurt to keep it up every once in a while to dissuade any who thought he might be calming himself. While he had not liked Lenux the comment about his uselessness would have normally been kept to himself, but it had been some time since he'd reminded everyone that he disdained people and had no desire to lead anyone, so it had been good to get that out in the open.

The only thing that Korvus truly wanted was to be a Techmarine. A Techmarine was the lifeblood of a chapter, the true lifeblood. Without them the battle-brothers would be going to war sans armor and weapons, their tanks and ships wouldn't run and they would have nobody to fix the gear they broke all too-often. That was what he truly wanted, and it would never happen if he was promoted to Sergeant. And as marines who could successfully become Techmarines were not common enough to warrant turning away those with potential, Korvus knew that one day his skills would be recognized. It was just a matter of staying out of command until then, and staying alive. The latter was easier than the former really.

Nodding his understanding at the Sergeant, a flippant remark passing through his mind, he did not raise a struggle as Cleite took the containers and handed them to the others. Better they carry them, they could muster real emotions for such a thing. To Korvus gene-seed was merely the organ that made a Space Marine, true it was rare but hardly unique and they could get more from Terra and Mars. But the machines like Corax's Honor, and others that were truly unique in the galaxy and could never be replaced. That was something to truly care about, but they would never understand that and he would never understand their obsession with a small bundle of nerve fibres.

Following the Sergeant's orders Korvus moved into the dense jungle and unsheathed his chainsword. The jungle was thick enough that the sound of the revving adamantium teeth was swallowed up, the blade making short work of the local plantlife. Pushing through to the clearing Korvus stopped short as he saw the road and ducked, keeping his profile low and to the ground. As the Chimeras began to trundle along the path Korvus began analyzing their armaments and likely transport capacity, then spoke quietly over the squad vox.

"Let's see, those look like the common Mars Chimera pattern, transport capacity of 12 men but that's the ideal condition so estimate anywhere from 15-20 inside each one, assuming their human. Armaments of two multi-lasers each as standard and either an underslung flamer or a heavy-bolter as secondary, factor in possible enemy heavy weaponry inside and that is way too much armor for us to take on sergeant. And its probably carrying supplies for the Fort, and reinforcements to man the walls."

Korvus began theorizing attack routes based on each vehicle's rate of fire and area of effect. The troopers inside he wrote off, they would be frail and weak and afraid, their weapons would not however and it was safe to assume that at least a few would be carrying something other than a broken lasgun or a wooden club. The vehicles were the real threat, even under a stealth approach they couldn't disable all of them, the survivors would wreak a bloody revenge and the element of surprise would be lost. With three men down already the squad was in no shape to take on such a target, at least in Korvus's opinion, but he kept that to himself as he awaited the Sergeant's orders.



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Corvane watched as the other members of the team set off into the thick foliage. He started picking up the grenades and ammo that he had collected and started strapping it on to his power armour. After a few minutes Corvane tensed as he heard the rumble of vehicles nearby. He recognized the deep rumble as the engine of a Chimera. The amount of noise suggested a large column of the APC's, all captured by Chaos. This showed that the cultists had already begun salvaging remains of Imperial vehicles and equipment. Just before Corvane left he turned and looked back at the once proud Thunderhawk that he was about to leave to the unexperianced saws and axes of the cultists. He knew in his heart he could not leave it. And so he turned back. Downright destroying the wreck of the Thunderhawk was impossible for Corvane, he could not bring himself to damage the ship futher, but he was a space marine of the Ravan Gaurd, master of stealth and he had the very thing in mind.

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"Now is not the time for bickering. Korvus, you will be disciplined for your lack of respect shown to our fallen brothers once this mission is completed." Korvis said at last, keeping anyone else from making sure Korvus knew of the foolishness in his words. Cleite had to hold his tongue at the though of Korvus merely being disciplined. These last few years this was not the first of such disrespect paid and discipline dealt.

So biting back further comment, Cleite instead followed after Korvis and began to lift the shattered wing section pinning Roath to the blackened ground. Between the three of them the metal eventually lifted and the last of their squad was able to free himself, but the act had cost them time that they could have better used salvaging as much as possible and laying a surprise for those incoming.

Taking the remaining geneseed canister from his side, Cleite grabbed Roath by the arm. "There is no time for it little wing, the oaths of Lenux must wait a time for us to honour them." His words were little more than a growl, first from the silent admonishment Korvis had given him, to deny him the right to carry one of the two canisters, and then at the thought of this young blood trying to claim the right to bear Lenux's oaths and honours until they could be laid to rest proper.

Leaving the youngest member of the group to his thoughts, Cleite made for the tree-line; only looking back to see the progress of their aggressors and not liking any of what he saw. A part of him wanted to charge them, to take each and every one of their lives as repayment for the deaths caused, the deaths of warriors greater than he.

For the next mile Cleite was forced to deal with moving through the woods. And though some chose to ignore the lessons learned as a scout, to move and make as little imprint as possible, they were lessons Cleite remembered well. The bulk of his jump pack did nothing to help matters, and more than once he wanted to tear away limbs and create a path.

But at long last the tree line began to thin, and Cleite could hear the rumbling of engines in the near distance. The sound was that of ill maintained imperial engines, likely military in nature, or converted to some sort of military. Coming closer to the noise, Cleite spied the comings of a large number of chimera transports, amongst other things, and without thought took a step back into the shadows cast by the tree's.

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Korvus scoffed as Cleite admonished the facts and statistics he had given in an effort to be cooperative. Corsairs? In those clunkers? There was a bigger chance of them coming back to the Imperium and apologizing for the heresy and treachery and all of their other crimes. Turning to Cleite Korvus moderated the amount of anger in his tone and replaced it with sarcasm, he didn't mind being insulted about his attitude or his lack of camaraderie but he did not like his intelligence being insulted.

"Yeah and those mental faculties that they clearly skipped on you are what's trying to analyze the large convoy of armour with heavy weapons in front of us so we know what we're getting into. Traitors in those sheet-metals? No way, listen to their engines. They sound like they've actually worked at making them break down. And look at how loose their formation is, if there was a Corsair down there they'd be working overtime to impress him and he'd be shooting them for even whispering. No, I don't buy the Corsairs would be watching supply runs, any that aren't in the fortress are probably all on the frontlines killing the Guardsmen. And even if there's only supplies in there that still leaves the guns on the Chimeras, which can get one of us if we're caught, and that assumes the supplies aren't explosive which could go off if we try to destroy them."

Korvus felt confident in his analysis. Traitor marines were so arrogant that they would never dare condescend to use Chimeras or any lower class of vehicle. They would sooner walk on foot, as would some stupider of the Imperial chapters. The Chimera was a solid unit, nowhere near the level of artifice as a Rhino or a Land Raider but it wasn't so pathetic that a Space Marine couldn't use it and have to feel shame to that effect. And even with only supplies those Chimeras could hurt a marine, their repeating lasguns could damage their armor or even break through it. With damaged armor this early into the mission the parameters of success would lower noticably, especially if it happened to all of them.


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Sergeant Korvis sat silently, crouched in the jungle with his hand raised, silencing any fellow members of his squad. "Cleite raises a good point, as does Korvus. However, I am not willing to take any chances. These APCs could have anything from Huron Blackheart himself to just being a decoy. Until we know who we are up against, we cannot strike boldly against them. Let them pass. Our primary objective is Fort Indomitable, and they're heading in the direction of our front lines. We need to-"

He was silenced as the Chimeras rumbled to a halt, one by one. There was at least seven with two Sentinels at the rear of the formation, and Korvis frowned. 'Why were they stopping? They can't have detected us, even I would have trouble... which leaves two possible options. They either have a sorcerer nearby with some ungodly powers, or a have detected our presence via scanners.'

"Sergeant Korvis. Raven Guard Assault Marine," boomed a voice from inside the Chimera on the far left, the one that lead the way. "Whilst I admire your skill at stealth, none can hide from the might of the Ruinous Powers."

"Remain silent," whispered Korvis to his squad. Nobody was leaving the Chimeras just yet, he thought, wondering how the archenemy knew his name. There were several conclusions that he jumped to, each more potentially devastating than the last. A traitor from their own ranks seemed implausible, impossible, but then, it had happened before. They'd all heard the stories of that Raven Guard from the Fourth Company, the one who was named Vaanes. "Do not respond to the traitor."

"You are probably wondering several things by now. Firstly, you may be wondering how I know your name. Well, I have my sources. Secondly, you're probably wondering why my soldiers aren't pouring forth from the Chimeras just yet, and the answer to that is quite simple... There isn't any men. You will no doubt remember the trick that you used to rig your own Thunderhawk to explode when my men discovered it. Well, Sergeant Korvis of the Raven Guard Second Company... let me tell you this."

"I can use the same tactics as well," the male, unknown voice that was filtering through each of the Assault Marine's heads one by one.

Realising what was about to happen, Sergeant Korvis bellowed, "Get clear, get clear now!"

As the Assault Marines made their way to cover, the Chimeras and the Sentinels exploded, detonating in unison, sending bits of metal, Red Corsair coloured armour in every direction.

All: Before the explosion, each of you have your own reactions has to who the person that addressed Korvis was and how he knew of their location. Do you think he is some sort of sorcerer, or do you suspect a member of your squad as being a traitor? How do you think the Chimeras located your squad in the first place? What are your reactions to the man's comments?

When the explosion happens, you are flung back by the force of the blast, knocking you to the floor for the second time today. Describe the impact of the blast and how you manage to survive. How wounded are you? The closer you are to the source of the explosion, the more likely you are to be more heavily damaged than someone who was further away. Once you recover, think - Why would the enemy destroy his own transports, that could have been full of men? Why would the enemy destroy himself? Was this some sort of decoy, trap? A warning to let you know what the enemy is capable of? What are your reactions to this?

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Alesso stood, staring at the front chimera as the voice emanated from it.
"Sergeant Korvis. Raven Guard Assault Marine" It began in a taunting, amused tone. Alesso bristled at the mocking use of Korvis' honorific.
The voice continued. "Whilst I admire your skill at stealth, It contiuned, pausing for a slightest moment And so you should thought Alesso Few are quieter than the Raven Guard, and none are more deadly.
none can hide from the might of the Ruinous Powers." Alesso was seething at these words, who did this traitorous scum think he was? No one should address a sergeant in this way. He was about to say so, when Korvis spoke.

"Remain silent.Do not respond to the traitor." Came Korvis' hushed reply. Alesso halted the words instantly, instead looking out to see if he could locate the traitorous leader. To his immense irritation, Alesso could not locate the vile beast.

"You are probably wondering several things by now. Firstly, you may be wondering how I know your name. Well, I have my sources. A traitor... the thought slipped into Alesso's mind and settled heavily upon him. Someone had told this heretic where the squad was being deployed. He gritted his teeth and continued to listen.

Secondly, you're probably wondering why my soldiers aren't pouring forth from the Chimeras just yet, and the answer to that is quite simple... There isn't any men. You will no doubt remember the trick that you used to rig your own Thunderhawk to explode when my men discovered it. Well, Sergeant Korvis of the Raven Guard Second Company... let me tell you this."

Alesso began to feel uneasy, the traitor knew what they had done since their deployment. Since the crash. Someone was keeping The Blackheart's minions updated to their every move. Then he reaslised the intent behind the traitor's words: The explosives, the chimeras. He pieced the information together. It clicked just as the Traitor spoke again.

"I can use the same tactics as well,"

Sergeant Korvis just called out a warning as the convoy erupted into flames. The nearby trees burnt and huge chunks of shrapnel spun in all directions. A flying multi-laser whipped towards Alesso's head, who ducked, avoiding the huge weapon. But another piece of shrapnel, a piece of hull almost as big as Alesso himself, smashed into his shoulder, in between the shoulder pad and the chest plate, spinning him around and sending a burst of warnings and alarms into his helmet's display.

He crashed to the ground, spinning and colliding with the base of a tree, which cracked and fell down next to him. He lay there, blackness filling the corners of his vision. He fought to ignore the sedatives that the armour was pumping into his system, making sure he remained conscious and alert. The team could not afford to lose any men to unconsciousness now, an assault could be imminent. He groped for his weapons, trying to retain consciousness. Must stay awake He thought Must stay awake. Must stay-.

Alesso collapsed in a heap, his breathing slowing as he fell out of the conscious world. His hand found Kai's chainsword and gripped it, the action jolted him awake. He fought through the sedatives, his body screaming in protest. He looked down at his shoulder, the side of the chest was crumpled and rent, the wing on the sign of the aquilla on the chest was bent and a few small bits of shrapnel were stuck inside. He wrenched them out and large spots of blood welled up on his armour before clotting, almost instantly. He held onto the chainblade and drew his pistol, the two weapons forcing his mind into battle readiness. Years of training and drilling kicked in, forcing off the sedatives.

He looked around, trying to get a bearing of the rest of the squad's situation. There was total carnage everywhere, trees burned, the ground was littered with chunks of metal and sprawling marines. He looked out to the ruined convoy, an assumption forming in his mind about the Tyrant of Badab.
He was more ruthless than Alesso had imagined and seemed to be willing to go to almost any end to see to his victory. This was good and bad, reflected Alesso. On the one hand, this meant that he would not stop until his considerable forces were drained. On the other hand, this meant that nothing the squad could do would cause a telling blow to The Blackheart, as nothing seemed to matter to him.

Alesso thought back to the Traitorous voice and the implications involved. Someone had betrayed the squad. But from outside of the squad, Thought Alesso Or within?. These thoughts played around his mind, endless possibilities and accusations spinning around his head. He banished them, That's what they want you to think he scolded himself. He intends to turn us against each other, make us unstable. He cast aside his doubts, they could wait. He set about seeing what he could do to help the others, ignoring the nagging feeling that he might be helping a traitor.


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Corvane was still making his way through the trees as he heard a voice in the distance. But it was too faint for him to hear what the unknown person was saying. Corvane increased his pace until he burst out of the thick foliage. He took a moment to slow down before he drew to a halt just as he heard the strange leering voice, which seemed to be coming from the front vehicle in a convoy of Chimera's that had drawn to a halt by the rest of the squad's position.
"I can use the same tactics as well"
Corvane had little time to consider the words before Sergeant Korvis bellowed a warning.
""Get clear, get clear now!"
Corvane stepped back, fired up his jump pack and took into the air. But he was only a meter above ground when an explosion blinded him. the sheer force of the blast tossed Corvane like a rag doll thorough the air as his jump pack engines roared and he spiraled out of control through the air. After what seemed eternity, but was realistically only a few seconds, of stomach turning spins and dives in the air the explosion died and Corvane was thrown into the ground. With an almighty force, that was enough to cause an impact crater, Corvane made contact with the ground.

Corvane had blacked out before he had even hit the ground but he was awoken by the screams of alarms in his ears and the multiple warning lights flashing quickly in his helmet. As he slowly came back to the waking world he felt his armour pumping painkillers into his body but still he felt pain on every inch of his body. He tried to move but he found he was unable to. In fact he could not tun his head. He was faced with a black view on his display and for a hideous moment Corvane feared death had taken him. But he refused. With an almighty effort he pulled his hand from where it was crushed beneath a section of tank twice the size of Corvane himself. After releasing his hand Corvane reached to his head where he pulled off his helmet and took deep breaths of the air, filling his lungs after being suffocated by the weight and claustrophobia. But Corvane knew that he could not stay where he was. From what he had heard of the mysterious voice he knew that someone was feeding information to the chaos followers and that even now enemy forces could be converging upon their position.

And so Corvane lifted his head and surveyed the environment that he could see. With all the warnings and pain he had no concept as to what state his body was in. He saw that his left hand had been impaled by a vicious spike that must have once adorned the Chaos vehicles. But it was no longer on a vehicle, it was pinning Corvane's hand down. Gritting his teeth Corvane reached across and wrenched the spike free from his hand. Even with the painkillers being pumped around his body he still could hardly hold back the scream of pain. But he did and even as he clutched his injured hand to his chest he could feel the flesh reknitting and his hand becoming whole again. Corvane had his hands free and found he could move his waist. He brought himself to look at his legs and saw that they were trapped beneath the wrecked remains of a Sentinel. No matter how much he strained and heaved he knew he had no chance of moving the wreck form his legs. But as he struggled a familiar pair of black gauntlets gripped the wreckage and joined Corvane in attempting to lift the remains.

With the combined efforts of the two space marines they managed to lift the wreck, freeing Corvane's legs. Corvane staggered to his feet and picked up his chainsword and bolt pistol, wick were lying nearby. He then turned and looked into the face of the familiar helmet of Brother Alesso. Corvane smiled at the brother and pulled him into a hug. The wince of pain told Corvane that Alesso had not fared much better in the explosion. As he stepped back he immediately saw the wound in his shoulder, where his shoulderpad and chest plate met. He nodded in sympathy to Alesso before retrieving his helmet and setting off in search of Sergeant Korvis and his fellow battle-brothers.

As he searched, aiding his battle-brothers in any way he could, Corvane's mind was racing. Somehow the voice had known of their movements. That could only be down to three main reasons. They could have been under observation, a highly unlikely option. There was a chaos sorcerer, plausible but also unlikely. Or there was a traitor in the squad, a possible option that Corvane forced out of his mind. He had fought with almost all of these men over many years and trusted most of them. But only most of them. Some he did not know and did not trust. But surly none would be a traitor. And so he pushed the thought away and concentrated on helping his battle-brothers.



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"Cleite raises a good point, as does Korvus. However, I am not willing to take any chances. These APCs could have anything from Huron Blackheart himself to just being a decoy. Until we know who we are up against, we cannot strike boldly against them. Let them pass. Our primary objective is Fort Indomitable, and they're heading in the direction of our front lines. We need to-" The Chimera’s rumbling stopped and Aethon tensed inside his armour, noting the others falling silent as well. ‘What are they doing?’ he thought to himself.

"Sergeant Korvis. Raven Guard Assault Marine. Whilst I admire your skill at stealth, none can hide from the might of the Ruinous Powers.” Disbelief rippled through the Raven Guard’s mind; they had covered their tracks and done nothing to draw attention to themselves. ‘They cannot know we are here. This is a ruse ...’ But even as he told himself that, he knew it wasn’t true.

"You are probably wondering several things by now. Firstly, you may be wondering how I know your name. Well, I have my sources. Secondly, you're probably wondering why my soldiers aren't pouring forth from the Chimeras just yet, and the answer to that is quite simple... There isn't any men. You will no doubt remember the trick that you used to rig your own Thunderhawk to explode when my men discovered it. Well, Sergeant Korvis of the Raven Guard Second Company... let me tell you this. I can use the same tactics as well.”

He was already moving by the time Korvis ordered them to get clear, pumping his legs as quickly as he could, before attempting a dive behind a huge tree, five metres in diameter. He aided his jump by using his jump pack, gently using it to shunt himself forward.

Mid-leap, when he was half behind the tree, the APC’s exploded, sending shockwaves of power over a huge area. Shards of red shrapnel peppered him and sensors on his helmet lens read off the scales, and he flew backwards with the raw power; his lens blacked out and then flickered, before finally sparking up again and cycled through three warnings, which were accompanied by 3D diagrams of where the damage was.

Warning - Damage To Right Jump Pack Thruster
Warning - Damage To Right Leg
Warning - Systems Overload [Systems Rebooting]


He found himself on his front, the unintended flight cut short by a clump of thick, soft bushes. Lying there, all the breath drawn out of his enhanced lungs by the heat of the blast, he struggled to take a breath, and found his thoughts were foggy, unclear. As soon as he drew a shuddering, frigidly cold breath, they became painfully clear. He tried to think back to what the mysterious voice said - “I have my sources.”

“Sources,” he muttered under his breath, struggling to push himself up. Shaking his head, he tried to think more coherently. “Sources!” This time, his voice came out hard and determined, ++Sergeant Korvis, Aethon checking in. Slight damage to armour, but ready for action.++ From his current position, he couldn’t see any of the others, but checked his screen for the markers denoting their position to give life-signs.

He said nothing more, awaiting Korvis’ orders, and sank into a thoughtful silence. ‘What could his sources be? Not one of us ... No!’ The thought blazed through his mind, and he assessed each of his comrades. He wasn’t close companions with all of them, but was certain enough in the knowledge none of them were traitors; none of them would fall prey to the Ruinous Powers and forsake the Emperor. ‘Yet what other options are there? Could they have hacked our comms? Locators?’ Another, more disturbing thought crossed his mind ... Sorcery. His skin crawled as he thought about it, and his primary pounded a little harder. ‘Damn this. We need to take Indomitable. Focussing on this won’t help; finding the information as we go will!’

Decided, he stood properly and checked his armours’ damage - ‘Nothing too bad,’ he thought, pulling a two foot sliver of metal from the greave of his right leg. ‘I’m still able to function.’ A grim smile bloomed on his face, and he checked his weapons, gunning his chainsword engine as quickly and quietly as possibly could. A nod. He was ready.

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Cleite could not help but to roll his eyes and bare his teeth at Korvus’s rebuke. Did he truly believe the rest of them so blind! Before he had a chance to say as much, sergeant Korvis silenced them both. "Cleite raises a good point, as does Korvus. However, I am not willing to take any chances. These APCs could have anything from Huron Blackheart himself to just being a decoy. Until we know who we are up against, we cannot strike boldly against them. Let them pass. Our primary objective is Fort Indomitable, and they're heading in the direction of our front lines. We need to-"

But before the sergeant could go on, a new voice cut through the air as if on cue. "Sergeant Korvis. Raven Guard Assault Marine," The disembodies voice began, "Whilst I admire your skill at stealth, none can hide from the might of the Ruinous Powers." It continued, and Cleite noticed his hands instinctively balling into fists at the words. Such a declaration could not be made by just anyone, and mentally Cleite smiled at the prospect that he might have been right and a Corsair was down amongst that lot.

"You are probably wondering several things by now. Firstly, you may be wondering how I know your name. Well, I have my sources. Secondly, you're probably wondering why my soldiers aren't pouring forth from the Chimeras just yet, and the answer to that is quite simple... There isn't any men. You will no doubt remember the trick that you used to rig your own Thunderhawk to explode when my men discovered it. Well, Sergeant Korvis of the Raven Guard Second Company... let me tell you this." The voice went on, and as it spoke of the thunderhawk Cleite had a feeling he knew where things were going. Looking to sergeant Korvis, it was obvious that the veteran had drawn a similar conclusion. Cleite was just turning to hunker down behind cover when Korvis gave the order. He saw Aethon sprinting back; did he truly think he would outrun anything that was about to come their way?

The question was answered a heartbeat later when the convoy exploded, nearly in unison. Shards of superheated metal spray along the outskirts of the treeline, away from where many of the others had been hidden; but not far enough away to avoid repercussion completely. It was all Cleite could do to remain on his feet, forced down to a knee as he braced against the tree he had been using for cover. Amongst the debris still hitting the ground, Cleite spied the remnants of Corsair armour. Whoever or whatever had been in that convoy had borne direct allegiance to the Tyrant, and if those lives could be given up so easily then this was not a good place to be.

Picking himself back up, warning runes flashed across Cleite lense to warn him of fractures along one of his legs. Such minor damage would heal soon enough, and the younger warrior merely shrugged it off as he stalked to find the others. It was not long before he located Alesso and Corvane, and then Aethon as well. “Not to rob Korvus of his job stating the obvious or worse, but we must move away from here before our enemies choose to make sure their little trick worked.” He said, still looking for the fool warrior and little wing Roathe.

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