Tiberius, Decius, and Krateron:
The Sons of Horus Sergeant takes a few steps to the right, then one to the left, head lowered, thinking for a moment. With his bolter still hanging in one hand, he only uses one to aid his speech.
‘Brother Krateron is of my blood, but I do not feel a bias is mixed into my thoughts here. I agree with him on this. If the goal is survival, then we stay small, and hidden. As Traitor forces move toward the Palace, we may be able to slip through them, group by group, until we find our way out of the city. Like rats, as much as it pains me to say it. We only sink our teeth in, when the opportunity is clear, or the need is real.’
Though the Standard Bearer is technically of the highest rank present, he remains steadfast, and silent, arms crossed, listening to the group in front of him.
Ultimately, The seven Sons of Horus begin moving in a direction away from where they estimate the Palace to be. The Decurion, hesitantly, moves in the opposite direction. Though his feet carry him on, in his mind, he is still unsure of what decision to make.
Before the two colors separate any further, two sounds come.
The first is less of an audible noise than it is a rumble beneath your feet. The second, is a buzzing. A thrum. Jet Bikes.
Squad Dillinger does not hesitate to find cover. There is plenty around. Building Ruins, chunks of building, fallen statue pieces, piles of corpse dirt, etc. They all disappear within moments. Rydon urges the three of you to do the same. But of course, you can do what you want. Hide, run, or simply stand your ground and wait to see if anything comes. As has been the case so far, your actions will continue to be affecting how Squad Dillinger reacts to you.
Darius, Sebastian, and Kyros:
As Sebastian leaps to his feet shouting the final count, Spectre sparks with with power just before plunging into the World Eater’s gut, becoming submerged to the hilt. He pulls it hard to the side ripping it free of the Traitor’s midsection.
However much the Decurion’s skill with a bolter was better than his foes, his skill in close combat was even more so.
Subconsciously he places himself in a loose ring of scorched, destroyed vehicles, having backed into a wider area now out of the narrow street. Darius, now out of ammunition as well, leaps over one of the vehicles with one hand, his gladius on the other. Some World Eaters run through the gaps, some leap over the tops as well, and some simply charge the wrecks aside. No matter their approach, they are either cut down wholly by Sebastian, or finished off by Darius.
Soon, the two notice that the force of Traitors is divided, or distracted rather, no longer coming at your position in full force. Another weapon, sparking with life, gleams through the clouds of dirt and swirling ashes.
Had Tiberius changed his route and come after them? Was it someone else? All the Emperor’s Children could see were World Eaters. Through the fighting, it dawned on them, that at least one of Angron’s sons, was still loyal to the Throne.
Push through the handful of World Eaters between you, and combine your efforts. Please, though, do not go overboard with kill tallies here. Remember, these are Astartes, your equals. The fact that the World Eaters throw strategy to the wind in preference of brutal ferocity is not necessarily a weakness, but it is something that can be exploited by those skillful enough to work around it. You are lucky they are crazed and desire to finish you off up close. Any of the other three Legions, by all likelihood, would have simply cut you down by bolter fire by now. By the end of your posts, getting out of this alive will still seem impossible, however.
You can never be prepared for the unexpected