Saisak broke into a long-striding run, leaped high, and sent his Chainsword arcing down into the Ogryn's oversized head.
As the Astartes's body fell, the spinning blade split the Ogryn in two.
Blood sprayed out, mixed with viscera, reddening Saisak's eyes. The moment he landed, he gripped the Chainsword in both hands and charged into the Ogryns like a whirlwind.
As if it were a source of infection, with the First Company Captain at the center, the order maintained by the surrounding Astartes collapsed in an instant. They roared and charged at the enemy like beasts.
The Astartes and Ogryns tangled together, and the Ogryns' great clubs smashed against power armor.
An Astartes in the middle of the battlefield came under attack from three Ogryns to his front and both sides.
The Ogryns' tremendous strength turned wooden clubs studded with crude steel nails into lethal weapons, hammering the ceramite armor until it caved inward.
The maddened Astartes did not dodge. He swung his Chainsword and instinctively hacked at the Ogryn before him.
He cut one down, and another immediately came crashing down from above.
In the blink of an eye, he had fallen in a pool of blood. The death of their battle-brother further inflamed the First Company warriors' bloodlust, dragging them into pure hand-to-hand combat with the Ogryns.
Amid the chaos, only Adjutant Dickson struggled to maintain order among the squad under his command.
Nimrod shook his head slightly. The First Company had indeed changed, but not enough.
They had been recruited when they were only a few years old, and throughout the transformation process, they had been raised as killing machines.
Once they stepped onto the battlefield, their senses magnified their desire to kill, while The Old Man in Yellow and Horus treated them as blades for slaughter.