Skrall
31-03-2006, 04:01 AM
The Knights of Death
Prologue
Eerawald rose to his knee, he fired his squeezed the trigger and with one sharp bark from his bolt pistol another enemy fell. He looked to his squad mates, their faces hidden to him, the blank stares that of the Astartes helmet. He smiled, even the mast could not hide the fact they were eager to dispense the Emperor justice. He returned to cover as the enemy positions opened fire at them. The bright red flashes and autocannon shell chucking up the dirt. He raised his head for a moment, the enemy troops, heretics, began their furious charge towards them.
He signalled his squad. Each marine rose to there feet. They activated their chainswords, and began to bash them across their shields. ?Take up the Crusaders mark! For we shall deal justice to those who hath turned? Earawald shouted. The marines charged across the open ground. They began their counter-charge. The ground itself trembled beneath their feet, the mud splattering their armour.
Hundred of red robed heretics screamed a motley chants back at them as the wave of heretic broke against the Knights. Earawald used his weight to knocked three heretics through the air, he parried a blow with his shield before he lunged his powersword over his combat shield. A wall of blood swept down his vision as a heretic exploded, he raised the shield to block the attack of a large muscled heretic with an axe, with a well practised swept the sword decapitating the heretic as well as one of his fellows. He swung his sword in an arc hacking heretics limb from limb.
He felt a strange as his vision was blinded by blood. He dropped the sword and began to tug at his helm. He bellowed in rage before ripping his helmet off and clearing his eyes of blood. He?s left eye?s vision did not return. He caught something in the corner of his remaining eye. He dodged to the side of a diving heretic before breaking every bone in its body with a well-aimed attack with his shield. He rolled on the floor and grabbed his sword, a smile now broke across his face as he brought it upward impaling a heretic.
+ Man down! Man down! +
?Then we shall avenge him? he said ?Brothers, now is the hour!?
Eerawald now fought with a righteous fury, he discarded the shield and bolt pistol and picked up a heretics oversized axe. He swung the weapons in unison hacking down men. He ducked, he brought the axe up, the axe making a ghastly crunch as it wedged the axe in one mans skull before he brought the sword to bare and into another heretics chest. He paused to survey the damaged before moving on to the next madman. One by one the mad men came and one by one they fell to his blade.
A sound filled the air, Eerawald felt his emerald green armour splinter and crack before his body also began to give way. His vision blurred, but he continued to fight on until he could no longer control his muscles. His mind felt separate from his body, slowly unconsciousness began to claim him.
Comments welcome guys, this is my new chapter, the death knights
thx,
Hawke
Prologue
Eerawald rose to his knee, he fired his squeezed the trigger and with one sharp bark from his bolt pistol another enemy fell. He looked to his squad mates, their faces hidden to him, the blank stares that of the Astartes helmet. He smiled, even the mast could not hide the fact they were eager to dispense the Emperor justice. He returned to cover as the enemy positions opened fire at them. The bright red flashes and autocannon shell chucking up the dirt. He raised his head for a moment, the enemy troops, heretics, began their furious charge towards them.
He signalled his squad. Each marine rose to there feet. They activated their chainswords, and began to bash them across their shields. ?Take up the Crusaders mark! For we shall deal justice to those who hath turned? Earawald shouted. The marines charged across the open ground. They began their counter-charge. The ground itself trembled beneath their feet, the mud splattering their armour.
Hundred of red robed heretics screamed a motley chants back at them as the wave of heretic broke against the Knights. Earawald used his weight to knocked three heretics through the air, he parried a blow with his shield before he lunged his powersword over his combat shield. A wall of blood swept down his vision as a heretic exploded, he raised the shield to block the attack of a large muscled heretic with an axe, with a well practised swept the sword decapitating the heretic as well as one of his fellows. He swung his sword in an arc hacking heretics limb from limb.
He felt a strange as his vision was blinded by blood. He dropped the sword and began to tug at his helm. He bellowed in rage before ripping his helmet off and clearing his eyes of blood. He?s left eye?s vision did not return. He caught something in the corner of his remaining eye. He dodged to the side of a diving heretic before breaking every bone in its body with a well-aimed attack with his shield. He rolled on the floor and grabbed his sword, a smile now broke across his face as he brought it upward impaling a heretic.
+ Man down! Man down! +
?Then we shall avenge him? he said ?Brothers, now is the hour!?
Eerawald now fought with a righteous fury, he discarded the shield and bolt pistol and picked up a heretics oversized axe. He swung the weapons in unison hacking down men. He ducked, he brought the axe up, the axe making a ghastly crunch as it wedged the axe in one mans skull before he brought the sword to bare and into another heretics chest. He paused to survey the damaged before moving on to the next madman. One by one the mad men came and one by one they fell to his blade.
A sound filled the air, Eerawald felt his emerald green armour splinter and crack before his body also began to give way. His vision blurred, but he continued to fight on until he could no longer control his muscles. His mind felt separate from his body, slowly unconsciousness began to claim him.
Comments welcome guys, this is my new chapter, the death knights
thx,
Hawke