I walked, my hands clenched and unclenched needlessly and shook with an uncertainty that I couldn't place, I couldn't place what I saw, I couldn't shake off the omnipresent feeling of being…
Empty.
Not an emptiness that the ending of a great show gives you, but the emptiness that hunger gives you, but rather than staying in one place that emptiness was spread throughout the entire body. Flashes of gold and pain beyond what even my enhanced mind could understand.
I felt dizzy, as if reality could open me up and pull me through and erase me. I didn't belong, and everything, the ground, the air, the faint shaking of the war outside felt wrong.
Flashes of technology assaulted my mind without my consent, I didn't understand them, let alone wanted to. Faint dreams that I couldn't figure out the point of ended and began in just microseconds; the only thing holding me to reality was my very own footsteps.
Doors opened before me without input, even if it was automatic it felt like it was doing it for me. Everything my eyes looked over felt, or rather looked wrong, my body felt rigid, stiff and alien in every way both see-able and everything I couldn't see.
As if my body was too small for me.
Another door opened for me and I involuntarily stopped, not because a fresh horror unveiled itself to me, but rather it was a makeshift armory.
Ammo dotted along in boxes nearly everywhere, lasguns and bolters were scattered and several melee weapons laid against a Leman Russ tank without ceremony.
Beyond that was a massive gate, that no doubt let to the outside war, it could only be called a gate due to its massive size; simply too large to call it a door as calling it that made me feel as if I disrespected the sheer size of the gate.
I exhaled as I stepped forwards all the while checking myself, where usually I'd had ammo pouches only to find nothing, I had nothing to hold ammo so any guns were written immediately off.
So I headed towards the tank that had several melee weapons laying about. Powersword, Chainsword, Poweraxe, even a random Thunderhammer laid strewn about.
I sighed as I grabbed the Poweraxe and found the latch I could attach it to before I grabbed the Thunderhammer, it was familiar yet unfamiliar. My hands gripped its handle, it wasn't heavy but rather it was uncharacteristically light, as if it were originally made of iron then got turned into aluminum.
I raised it over my shoulder and gave it a few test swings, and it screamed in the air, seemingly flying through the air with the speed that simply was faster than when I swung it previously.
I exhaled as I raised it and analyzed it, it held the double eagle aquila but on the other side held a prayer in gothic.
'Penance for the loyal'
I winced as for some reason the prayer resonated with me, I tried to figure out why, to remember why, only to feel pain that couldn't be put into words. It wasn't physical, not even mental, but rather emotional.
I wanted to cry, I stopped myself before I could, I moved my eyes towards the gate before I slung the Thunderhammer over my shoulder before I started to grimly, almost automatically walk towards the gate.
I approached the controller, the letters were downright unrecognizable, I couldn't even remember what they meant. I slowly inhaled, the sound barely catching on my vox. I glared down at the control with my one working optic with barely concealed hate.
I started pressing buttons, each one lighting up with glyphs and sounds of green, only for nothing to happen.
"Incorrect sequence, press the correct sequence, open the gateway to enlightenment, praise to the Omnissiah" a mechanical voice echoed out over me as breathed out in annoyance.
I tried again "incorrect sequence, press the correct sequence, open the gateway to enlightenment, praise to the Omnissiah"
I punched the console, all buttons lighting up all at once as sparks covered my fist like water onto stone before the signs of a dying car wormed itself into my ears.
I didn't even hear the synthetic voice call down at me with infinite yet unheard disappointment as the hive shook once more and all I could do was sigh.
Then scratches, not voices but rather the sound of pure unrelenting violence hitting something that simply refused to be open. It didn't even take my enhanced mind to recognize that the sounds came from daemons on the other side of the gate.
I slowly inhaled as I walked away from the console and instead decided to mentally brace myself for the horrors that awaited behind the door, from what I remember it'll be a mix of red, blood, and death.
En masse.
I slowly looked over myself, scars littered my armor, I somehow felt worn down yet energized. It felt like I chugged multiple energy drinks right after a workout and then suddenly all at once it kicked in.
I clenched my hands around my Thunderhammer, my hands no doubt white underneath my armor, yet something in the deep recesses in my mind I felt something steeling myself, without effort and without asking for it.
I looked back up at the gate now suddenly sparks as Khonite daemons, cultists, and traitor Astartes breaking down the door. Chaos had a firm grip on the mind, I had no choice but to interact with it in this universe.
Only now I was fully understanding my entire situation, a different reality, hell's real, a cruel and Xenophobic galactic size empire. This is the future and there's only war, there's only despair, there's no hope for anyone involved.
I exhaled slowly, the vox not even catching it.
So what am I?
What do I even want to do?
Be a hero? Yes, without a doubt; but how do you integrate heroism into a galaxy full of industrialized suffering? You can't, not unless you force the galaxy to accept both you and your ideals.
Which is impossible.
So what do I do?
I could finish my thought as a snarl brought me out of my mind as the gate slowly started to be forced opened, the gears protesting like gate guardians who're being systematically executed and they couldn't do anything about it.
I saw flashes of small daemons and cultists gladly dying in the crossfire as the daemons approached, with a Bloodletter slowly forcing the door open. They noticed me, I knew that yet I didn't move, not that I was scared, rather I realized something slightly scary.
I didn't feel anything, just before I was feeling slightly scared that this will be my last stand, and also rage, but now that I'm facing them, not even hate was filling my mind, not even rage.
Just apathy, just a feeling that these beings are going to die and that's just it. I'm going to kill them all, nothing is going to stop me and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of happiness, the thought of killing daemons made me slightly happy. That realization was more terrifying than the Bloodthirster I fought before I was thrown here.
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!" Cultists cheered on as the door was finally forced open and they poured into the room by the tens.
"You going to die" I spoke lowly, they couldn't hear it, too maddened with their own glee of appeasing their… horrible god.
I moved, I ran forwards to meet the Cultists, they didn't have guns, even if they did it wouldn't save them, it wouldn't help them.
I swung the Thunderhammer into the first wave, the hammer tore through the first four of them with an explosion of gore, blood, and bone. Beings that no doubt had hopes and dreams were reduced into mere pulp.
Laughter reached my ears for my actions as I raised the Thunderhammer over my shoulder and brought it back down onto the wave of Cultists. The power field from the Thunderhammer was a devastation that could barely be put into words.
A show of gore stained the air and myself without a ceremony or fanfare, Cultists' weapons both knives and scavenged weapons bounced off my armor and those fortunate enough to get close were reduced to nothing more than a mere pulp.
The Bloodletter, redder than blood and horns that scrapped the air as if it was violating the sky with a brutal building. Stayed put, I noticed it quickly it wasn't reveling in the massacre I was committing but rather evaluating me, it was waiting for a moment to strike.
I wouldn't give it the chance. I used my mass to barrel my way through the oncoming Cultists to quickly reach the daemon, the Bloodletter seeing me snarled and raised its Hellbalde, a massive jagged weapon that was rusted with dried blood and unconcealed violence.
I hissed out a grunt as my Thunderhammer slammed into the Daemon's Hellbalde as it laughed out a prayer to its red god. I didn't find myself pushed back. Instead I found myself pushing the Bloodletter back, the action of my own strength surprised me.
However before I could properly capitalize on it the Daemon disengaged a fraction and I over committed I stumbled forwards for half a step as the sudden weight change changed my equilibrium. I felt it before it actually hit me, or rather it understood what the Daemon was planning to do.
I used the full weight of the Thunderhammer and slugged the weapon up and just as I predicted the Daemon's Hellblade slammed down on the hammer. Both forces, a sanctioned and holy weapon meeting a demonic and cruel weapon, apparently equaled out as we both stumbled back.
When we both did the Cultist didn't move causing the deaths of only a handful of humans trampled underneath my massive weight, coating blood on my armored feet and the Daemon to only laugh.
I exhaled as I charged forwards no longer using the Thunderhammer as a weapon but my whole entire body, the Bloodletter seeing this went to meet me laughing all the way, until my enhanced yet broken body slammed into the Daemon with the force of a semitruck.
The force pushed back the Daemon a nearly twenty meters, however this time, with enough space the Cultist went to fill the void where the Daemon once was. My Thunderhammer sang in both blood and in the power field humming triumphantly each time it claimed a soul.
Blood and fire flew into the air like a celebration of cosmic horror beyond that of mortal comprehension. All the while the Daemon took its sweet time getting back up, seemingly savoring the air being decorating in that of the insides of human beings.
I exhaled, I didn't feel tired, not at all but I did so only just to feel human. Even if I kill hundreds of people - horrible people for sure, I still wanted to feel human, so I breathed.
The Bloodletter lunged at me with its Hellblade raised high, I caught it using the handle of the Thunderhammer, then using my superior strength I pushed it to the side then down. I smiled as I noticed the Daemon snarl in rage at me overpowering it.
Then I twisted the Thunderhammer ever so slightly so the top of the hammer faced the Daemons' face and I used most of my strength into the pommel of the Thunderhammer. The Thunderhammer like a gunshot shot up and directly into the maw of sharp teeth that made up for the poor excuse of a mouth the Daemon had.
A yell of rage exploded out of its mouth as the power field and the weight of the Thunderhammer slammed into its face not only drawing blood but also forcing teeth into the air as most of the face of the Bloodletter became deformed.
I grabbed the wrist of the daemon that held the Hellblade, the left hand that still held my Thunderhammer slammed down on the ground next to me as I cruelly snapped the wrist of the Bloodletter.
The Daemon snarled either in pain or rage, I didn't care or know if they could feel pain; but I grabbed the hand that was now dislocated and forced the Hellblade up to the neck of the Daemon. The Bloodletters' eyes, two smouldering figures of raging suns, widened a fraction before the Hellblade found a hole up its jaw and out its head.
I kicked it away as the Daemon raging into warp stuff, I glanced around now noticing the Cultist falter for just a mere moment before they charged back up towards me. I didn't flinch, not even close, only a sad reluctant acceptance of the thought of slaughtering humans, even if they did bad things. Then those emotions stopped, and only apathy filled my body,
"die" I spoke in an unfamiliar voice as I started to swing again. Every swing was that of scythe onto wheat, or rather at the speed I was going it was more akin to that of a lawnmower cutting up grass on a suburban lawn.
"COUSIN!" A cry or rather a bellow echoed out as the Cultists gave way as the maddening cackle seemingly to increase as a Traitor Astartes walked forwards two Warp tainted axes hung loosely in his hands still dripping in blood.
"World Eater" I only said his legions' name in contempt, not hatred, not fury, but contempt.
The World Eater laughed at my words, the sound akin to that of chainsaws hitting steel "Come now cousin there's no reason for such hostility" we started to circle each other my only working optic keeping track of him and my armors' systems weren't even working.
I was only in fighting shape by the barest of margins in this universes' terms.
"Khorn would accept you, cousin, just look at you. The massacre you made" the Traitor Astartes gestured splattering blood on the already blood soaked ground "Korn would grant you such powers' no need to pray to an unanswering god, you'd become… so much more"
A wet chuckle came out of the World Eater, it sounded like bubbling blood, copper filled my nose as we continued to circle each other, neither of us willing to start the fight.
Yet.
"Or… I bring your skull to Khârn, and I might be rewarded by the Blood God for my devotion unlike you are your corpse god" as soon as he finished talking he snarled.
"Are you done with your pitch?" I asked absently it wasn't like I was interested; it just didn't appeal to me, not one bit, the only thing interesting was the fact that Khârn's here.
"If so here's my official answer" I stopped walking and instead fully turned to him the hammer head of my Thunderhammer slammed down on my open palm, a small sound of a thunderclap echoed around.
"No" there emotion behind it, it was less an answer and more a statement. The words caused the Traitor Astartes to snarl at my words, the World Eater clenching his axes with actual force now.
"A shame… now you'd be joining Khornes' skull throne instead of slaying in his name" then he charged forwards, I moved to meet him.
His blood axes were raised high to strike down with immense force, I dodged, barely, something I quickly noticed, it wasn't like the Bloodletter who was more strength than speed. The World Eater was rather a balance of it, but less pure fury the daemon was full of.
I slammed the Thunderhammer into the tainted Ceremite armor's chest plate, it didn't cause as much damage but rather pushed the World Eater back two steps.
The Traitor Astartes snarled and lashed out with his Axes. Both of them hit my right side and I felt genuine pain from my side, it was just above my hip.
I hissed as I let go of my Thunderhammer with my right hand and backhanded him away, forcing him to disengage me and release his axes from my side.
But I pressed forwards, the pain erasing from my mind as soon as it appeared as the Thunderhammer rose above my jeans and slammed down on the World Eaters' head with a disastrous force that not only disoriented the Astartes but also cracked his helmet visually.
I was only greeted with a sucking laughter from the Astartes "Khorne cares not from where the blood flows" the quote rang out in both the air and in my memory.
"It'll only be yours" I hissed out as I ducked under another side swipe and slammed the Thunderhammer into his left knee, disabling his mobility, I then pulled the Thunderhammer back with a devastating force behind it, with the World Eater looking up at me.
"You'll join us, Chaos." He chuckled a bit "they always do"
The Thunderhammer came down with enough force to shatter a Leman Russ tank, the World Eater exploded in gore, warp stuff, and tainted Ceremite armor.
The Cultists charged and once again I was the storm, they broke and broke further unto me, I held no mercy for them. It's only after a few moments be it minutes or hours that the drowning amount of human bodies started to slow down.
I exhaled as I grabbed a Cultist and then him? Her? It didn't matter they were so downgraded that it was simply difficult to see their gender let alone their individuality.
The Cultist and the group they crashed into was turned into a simple paste after a devastating slam from my Thunderhammer. Bloodied mist covered the first few inches of the ground due to the pure condensation of the blood on the ground, no long pooling but downright actively participating in the cycle of water.
Red steam came off of me, no doubt the heat from my armor vaporizing the blood and further adding to the cycle of water.
"May your souls eventually find salvation" I muttered, I personally didn't know much about the warp but there's gotta be a version of heaven in the warp, right?
I didn't get my answer as I slowly walked out of the gate, the sky had turned from that of a rusty knife, the sunset or dawn breaking over the horizon made the either still standing or fallen spires of the hive has a picturesque view.
If half of it wasn't on fire.
Blood seemingly decorated the ground as dead Guardsmen coated the ground like that of wet concrete. I could help but still as I stared down at the closest one to me, his head didn't even exist anymore.
As I stared down at what became of him I couldn't help but think at how could this even happen, why would anyone accept this, and more importantly how can I stop it.
I breathed out, those questions required me to pick a fight with a god, especially a chaos god, and I'm just a human, I cannot fight a concept.
I can, however, stop their plans.
I steadied myself mentally as I stepped forwards going for what - for my enhanced state - a broken walk more warring with my mind and reality than caring for what is happening or happening around me.
A roar echoed out, its sound shook the hive as rubble shook off its cliff faces and slammed down making further rubble. The air seemingly rippled in horror at the sheer violation of its cosmic laws, the air stank of what could only be fragrant stylized war.
I blinked twice as I gazed around the horizon, and there I saw it, a massive daemon in the sky holding a tank as it came towards me, I knew its color and I knew its kind, it was the Bloodthirster that I fought earlier.
It didn't deviate from my memory of what it looked like, red skin, leathery wings, claws that were simply made for pure violence. I barely braced myself just before the tank was dropped before me chasing the ground underneath me to shake violently underneath me.
The Bloodthirster landed on the tank it's looser parts buckled and flew off as its hoofed feet smushed it underneath its unrelenting weight, the Bloodthirser's eyes narrowed on me, its eyes, two baleful raging suns' that radiated heat that threatened to burn the red skin around the Daemons' eyes.
The Bloodthirster laughed its laughter akin to that of two bags of chains being slammed together. Its sharpened teeth and unnatural jaw seemingly forming words that never reached my ears.
"The smell of a massacre is on you mortal."The voice, if you could call it that,was less of a voice and more of a violent sensation, the words echoed out into the Daemons' statement.
"Join us mortal, you'd get to massacre, kill in the name of Khorne for eternity - you'd be worshiped as a god, unlike that corpse god" the Bloodthirster chuckled at what could only be indifferent cruelty.
"What are you made of?" I asked, more curious than anything.
The Bloodthirster looked at me for a heartbeat, and in that moment it seemed like the air held its breath. Its teeth unloosed as they spoke in their single abhorrent horror.
"Emotions, thought, fear given form mostly, and let me tell you mortal, it's an…" the Daemon chuckled cruelly "enjoyable experience"
"Do you know what I feel, Creature?" I asked not really caring if it cared or not, I just simply wanted to know if there was something else to me and my… crushing emptiness.
"No, not do I care" he spoke as he drew his two bloodied axes. "I can tell however that you've already decided on your answer to my offer"
"You're going to die, I'm cutting you off from your fear" I gripped my Thunderhammer with my fists not feeling anything other than unrelenting nothingness.
"You can try" the Daemon laughed at me before it came at me with the absolute crushing force of continents behind it as the air cried out, as it tore through the air I rushed forwards to meet the monster.
The axes came down with enough force to break a soul, but I rolled to the side before it could break mine. A war cry ripped from the Daemons' throat echoed out, seemingly using the air to stall me.
It worked.
Another flying axe nearly ripped me in half which I barely ducked underneath, I cursed in my head as I rose up and slammed the Thunderhammer into the gut of the Bloodthirster; the skin rippling under the force I hit it with but, it didn't even slow down the Daemon.
It only seemed to excite it, the thought of something genuinely fighting back instead of just casually being slaughtered brought it great joy.
A back hand sent me skating back, not skitting, not skipping, both required a force that could be understood; this force seemingly came from nowhere but was simply overwhelming, so much so that it could barely be put into words.
I found myself slamming into a rampart without ceremony as my vision became greatly dizzy, my eyes swam with brutal colors just before it came into focus just in time to barely dodge an axe strike.
"Your skull will go greatly into my ship!" The Daemon bellowed as a whip made in manageable fear wrapped around my legs and attempted to pull me towards the Daemon.
"No!" For once an emotion surged forwards, not fear but rather something much more simpler, the bare feeling of defiance.
I held my ground, and in that single moment I saw the slight surprise on the Bloodthirsters' face then it cackled, not a laugh as that would require amusement, not a chuckle as that would require acknowledgment of something.
But rather mockery.
"You aren't strong enough!" The daemon yelled out and instead of getting stronger gradually the Bloodthirster got stronger suddenly, and pulled me forwards.
I went along with it, and charged forwards, the momentum hurled me forwards towards the Daemon as it pulled its axe back and I did so too with my Thunderhammer.
Our weapons met, its axe down in a crushing way with the force of an overwhelming oppression that couldn't be put into words; my Thunderhammer was sent up towards it met it in an indomitable human spirit way, the feeling was exhilarating, barely put into words, it felt…
Fun.
The light was blinding, much more so was the forces behind it, my enhanced muscles protesting as I was sent back and tumbled end over end as I rolled on the ground, something inside me other than my muscles protested no doubt being my servo-joints.
I shambled to my feet pulling out my Poweraxe as I grit my teeth, the Poweraxe was barely containing its power; The machine spirit seemingly raging against the sheer warp taint in the area.
I looked ahead as the Daemon stumbled forwards, the right hand was a mess of gore, muscles visible, and bones protruding in a disgusting manner. Worse of all was the fact that it was visibly healing, looking up I snarled as the Daemon held what could only be called a smile.
"Good" the Bloodthirster spoke "I was hoping you'd carry that same fury as before" so it recognized me.
I charged forwards in not willing to let it stall so it could heal, I felt nearly all of my muscles protesting before adrenaline kicked in full force as I snarled out a feral war cry for my axe to meet its skin.
The other weapon shifted into that of an axe as it attempted to meet me half way but I wasn't willing to give it any purchase. I jumped over the axe swing, and I raised the axe over my head and slammed it down on the head of the Daemon.
Blood spurted out of the head and I barely met bone before a broken mass of an arm swatted me away, the force made me into a black meteor and when I slammed onto the ground I felt something in my body break.
I still lived however, my chest heaved with pain that could only be connected to broken ribs, I brought myself to my feet ever so slowly, and I felt a scrutiny on me like none other so far in my short time in this suffering universe.
"What are you?" The Bloodthirster seemingly gained a sense of clarity as it analyzed me with as much intelligence as being made of chainsaws could give anyone.
"Any mortal, even those unchanged by your Corpse God, would've been beyond that of a blood puddle, even space marines would've fallen by now." The Khornite Daemons' eyes narrowed.
"What. Are. You" less a question and more of a demand.
"I am…" I inhaled slowly the vox grill no longer working "of what I am" I spoke as I hefted the Poweraxe up, leveled with my chest.
"You will die here" a statement which drew further ire from the Bloodthirster.
A roar echoed out, shaking my bones in my body as the rage made manifest, slung his massive copper axe in an arc and went back to fighting me. I met it with a charge, and a wheezing war cry echoed out as I went down to a slide to dodge the massive axe.
A roar of frustration echoed out, shaking my entire body but I didn't slow down, instead I felt invigorated. My Poweraxe screamed in the air, it tore its way through the air and cut its way into the back right leg with zero mercy.
I was coated in blood as I instinctively tore the axe out and rolled away, the Khornite Daemon kicked the area where I once was. The arm that was once a ruined amalgamation of gore was now perfectly healed in its red ruinous glory.
I felt my eyebrows furrow in creases as I prepared for potentially my last moments of my life.
"For humanity" I spoke and the Daemon clearly heard me as it chuckled and then roared at me.
I charged to meet it. The axe came in an arc that would've bisected me if it wasn't for me jumping over it and landing in a roll. I hissed as the throbbing pain rolled over my chest like a landscape of pain being fully revealed.
The pain didn't stop me, completing the roll forced me to continue to move lest it'll damn my soul. I side stepped a hammer fist from the Daemon, and I unleashed a light attack on its wrist, blood gushed out like a geyser.
The Bloodthirster howled as it's hand recoiled and I kept moving, I threw myself back as I barely dodged a kick that sailed in the air, reality screaming in the way a bullet train does.
I hissed on further pain as I steadied myself as I charged once again, and once again the massive axe went down on me with enough force to break me; but I dodged, I rolled to the side, wincing all the way as I forced myself up.
A backhand threatened me but I still dodged by sliding just like before, I then threw the Poweraxe up, the Poweraxe sailed with a whistle that promised nothing but pain. The axe struck true as it embedded itself into its abs.
A scream of pain both from my ribs and from the Daemon, I jumped up and tore the axe away from its abs. I miscalculated as its massive hand struck true around my legs and I felt it squeeze.
I didn't scream, I brought down the axe over its massive reddened fingers, blood splattered all over me and the Daemos' hand before with the force of a god it threw me down.
I screamed.
I hit the ground like Thor being banished from Asgard, the ground had cracked in a spiderweb as I laid limply in my newfound crater, and like before my ribs protested.
The Poweraxe that was in my hand now laid limply on the ground, I looked down and to my horror my right leg was angled at an unnatural angle, even the Ceremite armor could no longer hold out.
"Oh, oh, you were wonderful" the Bloodthirster slowly approached me, as my eyes narrowed at it, even through the pain I didn't fear it.
"Your skull goes straight to the top of my throne Unnatural" the daemon spoke as its axe rose high.
I seized a moment, even if it wasn't an opportune moment I still did it, I reached out and the Poweraxe felt great in my palm. I exhaled and I felt a flicker of warmth in my chest before I threw the axe, I could swear I heard a boom when I did but my intent override my hearing for a moment.
The moment was all I needed.
The axe sang in the air, it flying through the air like a monument of defiance towards the Daemon, and when it met the Bloodthirster it was catastrophic. The Poweraxe embedded itself into the face of the Bloodthirster, splitting it like the Red Sea.
A howl of either rage or pain filled my ears as I pulled myself back and out of the small crater I made with my body, the Daemon ripped the Poweraxe out of its face, ripping off the entirety of its right face.
A snarl, a curse, it was all in the same second, then an explosion mapped out the back of the Daemon as a shadow descended like a living god, as snarls and war cries filled the air.
My eyes widened.
A dreadnaught slammed down directly behind the Daemon who was reacting to both attacks equally pissed off, unlike me, the Dreadnaught was only half the Bloodthirsters height.
"Suffer me now!" The dreadnaught in all its mechanical horror jammed its massive gun into its back and began to shoot; the bullets ripped out like Thor's lightning bolts on the other side.
"Fall now!" The other hand of the dreadnaught slammed down on the head of the Daemon as other figures touched down from Thunderhawks around me, I know those colors.
That banner.
The Space Wolves.
The Daemon howled out in anger and rage as it was shown in blessed bolters' and the Dreadnaughts' unrelenting assault onto its form was simply too much for it.
In the small moment of the Space Wolves arriving it only took thirty seconds for the Daemon to be banished.
"Secure the area!" One of them barked out the order with a wave of his hand "don't let the Honorable Venerable Brother have all the glory!"
He was massive in the sense his armor was, a massive black fur coat hung over him and his helmet was more of a snarling wolf than an Astartes helmet.
"Blood Claws and Grey Hunters fan out and hunt them down, Long Fangs I want kill zones made within the hour no less!" The Space Wolf gestured around.
"Jarl Ragnar, what of the Venerable Brother?" Another Astartes spoke up.
"…he'll guide the Blood Claws and Grey Hunters in their hunt" the Ragnar spoke as he looked around, eventually looking down on me and my broken form.
He looked down on me and I went to speak but only managed a wheeze "you fought honorably, Blackshield, no doubt your chapter would sing of your glory for centuries to come"
"Space wolves" I barely managed to grit it out, my enhanced mind now finally able to sort through the pain of several broken bones, "I am from the Space Wolves"
"…truly?" The Jarl seemed surprised before he grimly nodded "Wolf Priest!" Ragnar barked out as his hand swept out.
A white colored space marine stepped forwards with a mechanical arm over his shoulder and mechanical eyes replacing where his eyes are.
"Heal this…" the Jarl seemed to be contemplating on his words "honorable warrior, he's proven his worth"
The Wolf Priest said nothing as he kneeled down next to my broken leg and without warning or even a speck of a voice immediately aligned the leg causing me to pick up due to the pain.
I bit down a scream as I clenched my fists with immense restraint, "you will heal fully within hours, I do not know your history Blackshield, but know this" the Wolf Priest gazed down at me.
"You will be tested and purified in the ashes of combat" then he picked me up, before a massive drill the size of a baseball bat came out of his forearm.
I screamed.