Ooc: A bit nitpicking but there's no space in-between Terra and Marine.
Adonai had failed himself. Worse still he had failed the chapter, all of the Unforgiven even. The Emperor himself had been failed by Adonai Lycaneus's cowardice.
Groaning he smashed his chainsword in another ruin, the blades biting, spitting out angry shards. This wasn't that different to all the minor skirmishes and training... But this was his first battle. He had lost his nerve, his squad. Jumping down and ruined stairwell he kicked out his foot, the last support of a bombed-out roof tumbling on the other side.
He was with his squad, ordered to look around and decide if the war was important enough for the Terramarines to intervene, and not in so bad or good a state their influence wouldn't matter. They could definitely rule out the 'too close to victory to need more astartes' option.
They'd just been scouting around, when a load of Orks teleported in. The squad broke in the disciplined matter they were trained, but on the way to were they wee meant to regroup, the orks thrown off by the split, his nerve broke and he ran.
He had been trained so intensively for this, but the sudden nature of it shocked him. He only regained his senses too late, his squad gone, thinking Orks had got him. Slowing down he rubbed the scar training left him. Whatever that 'thing' from a Death World was it couldn't handle most of a scout squad, even unarmed. The scar came from his over-confidence. Why then did now his confidence desert him?
Puling to a stop he got onto his knees, unfamiliar altered senses still keeping watch. "Emperor guide me." Lifting his head he saw a familiar figure. One of the Emperor's statues, barely touched by the conflict. A tall building loomed behind it, a factorium by the design features.
Head down Adonai ran forwards, bolt pistol in one hand, chainsword in the other. Reaching the building he smashed the door down with a kick, the amazing strength he'd been granted showing use. Waving his pistol side to side he scanned the area, chainsword holstered but with a hand on.
Focusing on his enhanced ears Adonai listened out into the silence, distant war staining the clear air. Hearing voices he moved forwards, cautious for foes.
Stepping into the area where the sound began sunlight from the ruined ceiling blinded Adonai, his eye modifications still painful and not fully active.