Countless weapons swung toward the strange vehicles and opened fire. Apart from a handful of beam weapons, most of the attacks were deftly evaded.
A vehicle shaped like a raging bull rammed a Chimera armored transport onto its side. The Emperor's Blade Tank fired without hesitation, blasting the enemy vehicle to fragments as it came to a stop.
The instant the powerful Plasma main gun struck the Bullhorn Vehicle, an Iron Warrior leaped out and rolled clear of the devastating blast.
Blue-white ion light made his corroded Power Armour gleam.
The enemy drew a Power Sword and charged toward Vlorus's vehicle. Though the loyal gunner faced him head-on, Vlorus knew that even landing every shot might not kill him. A few casual swings of the enemy's sword, on the other hand, would finish them all.
The Power Sword hummed, its irritable machine spirit urging its master onward.
Vlorus leaped out of the armored transport. He wore no powerful armor and possessed neither the strength nor the speed to match his enemy, but he still chose to fight.
He was a failure, about to face one of the successful again.
May the Emperor protect me.
Wearing his standard-issue dark green officer's greatcoat, Vlorus charged the approaching Iron Warrior.
He was a failed augmentation subject, a man unworthy of becoming an angel. But I, too, am a loyal subject of the Emperor. Against fallen angels, we have no reason to retreat.
The Chainsword's monomolecular teeth spun rapidly, ready to shred anything before them.
The dark silver figure seemed to disdain the enemy before him. The incoming gunfire concerned him far more.
Their blades crossed, and Vlorus flew sideways as though a train had hit him. In a single exchange, his sword arm had been dislocated.
He hit the ground hard. His Chainsword