Tiberius met Keto's gaze.
The former did not object to the latter's decision to provoke Lu Jin.
In Keto's eyes, the Fierce Angels fleet would rather save a group of slaves aboard a ship than go out of its way to rescue allied Astartes. Caught between the two sides of a great battle, their fate was already clear: they would be killed by one side or the other.
"I'm taking the company and breaking through toward the ruins."
Tiberius made his decision.
They had just managed to get away from the ruins when they ran into the Fierce Angels as they were gathering their forces. With no other choice, they had fought their way back to the ruins' edge and seized a bunker to hole up in.
If they stayed holed up any longer, they were dead.
"He'll kill those enemies first, then come for us." Keto studied Tiberius. "You once fought alongside my Chapter Master, and now you're actually—"
"In the end, my Chapter Master and I were both silenced." The claws on Tiberius's gauntlet sprang out, shimmering with a crimson energy.
Tiberius turned and ripped through the bunker, leading the Great White Sharks surging out of its underground ammunition depot toward the depths of the ruins.
Keto watched helplessly as some of them were killed by artillery fire or cut down in a hail of enemy gunfire. But in the end, their suicidal charge tore through the enemy lines, and they rushed into the ruins.
Keto looked away and rallied the Minotaurs as they emerged from the ammunition depot, readying them for battle.
Two hundred men, more than ninety of them assigned to the Vengeance Company. The company existed for one purpose: to avenge the previous bearers of their Gene-seed.
"Vengeance Company!"
Keto pulled a spear from behind