On and on....the corpses were relentless pushing past each other to get to the troopers and the Templars,wanting blood wanting to kill for their chaos gods wanting to please.
Sarin stood close but not too close to the Chaplain that saved him, fighting the fight of his life,he felt a new force of strength and pride buzzing through him,where it came from he did not know or care.Sarin could see Timan and Tarkantor coming in his direction, killing in a frenzy, a frenzy that almost met the templars onslaught.
Tarkantor was cutting down the corpses with his flaming force weapon....the massive black armoured Astrates killing machine,the Chaplain glanced over his shoulder at Tarkantor....."Witch!!" shouted the Chaplain and spun round swinging his crozius at Tarkantors head....Sarin screamed "noooooo.....",the Chaplain heard Sarin over the roar of the chaotic noise and diverted the swing but it glanced off of Tarkantor sending him reeling to the ground.The Chaplain looked at Sarin "the witch is with you?".....Sarin wanted to say no,even tho he hated pyskers he said "Yes....YES he is....he is...." with that the Chaplain spun round and continued to attack the corpses,rallying his men on for the Emperor.
Timan knelt alongside tarkantor,Sarin covered them,other PDF troopers rallied around Timan and Tarkantor and gave covering fire as well.
Sarins attention was caught by the Chaplain,he was pointing,pointing?..then it clicked,the Chaplain wanted the troopers to attack from a different angle,Sarin wanted his flask,no,he NEEDED his flask he wanted the hot amasac that should be cold but hot would do!....now he could fully understand what the Chaplain wanted,distract the corpses,the Chaplain wanted to take the fight to the Chaos traitor marines,but he needed the PDF to make it happen.
Last edited by zxyogi; 01-26-10 at 09:58 PM.
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