Battle of Karmas 3

The impact sites of the Chaos drop pods lay scattered across the outer defensive positions of the Crimson Crescent Fortress-Monastery like festering wounds.

Thick smoke and dust mingled with the acrid stench of propellant, but more unsettling still was the visible distortion permeating the air, along with the disorienting hum caused by Warp energy eroding reality.

The shriek of bolter rounds, the roar of chain weapons, the cries of warriors, and the wails of the dying wove together into a bloody symphony, while beneath it all came the silent scream of reality's fabric being forcibly torn apart.

Leona moved through the enemy ranks like the eye of a dark green storm.

The Lion's Sword became streaks of deadly golden light in her hands, every strike precise and efficient.

A warrior of Ten Thousand Eyes raised his bolter and tried to take aim. Pulsing fleshy growths had spread across his armor, and even the barrel of his gun seemed slightly bent by some inner mutation.

A flash of sword light sent his arm and weapon flying from his body. Before he could cry out, a backhanded thrust had already pierced his gorget.

Another Chaos cultist came roaring toward her with a Power Axe, his movements especially grotesque as his joints bent backward at unnatural angles.

Leona slipped aside from the impossible cleave, then let her sword point strike his mutated knee joint. The energy field tore through the composite structure of Tau Steel and proliferating chitin, crippling his mobility before a second strike ended his life.

Her fighting style followed the lineage of Lion El'Jonson: direct, efficient, and without wasted motion, yet carrying a more agile rhythm uniquely her own.

She was not merely killing. She was guiding the battle, resisting the Chaos power saturating the battlefield and seeking to twist