Ascension

[Seres Blackthorn]

Blood spattered against the painted glass window of the stone cathedral. Blossoms of fire erupted through the courtyard. Blade met blade in bloody battle. The sky burned with the pyres of war.

Azaroth was angered. The traitorous whelps had a heavy bolter rain death upon their position. They were brave enough to keep their heads above their courtyard wall and traced the air with las fire. He even had lost three of his fellow brothers to the first salvo of fire. But they would be given their punishment soon enough.

“I need bursts of fire from alternating positions to distract that turret. Derek and Antony, get some elevation and take care of them from the higher elevation. Evanen and Julien, give them covering fire. Everyone else, distract them,” he commanded to his warriors.

They took to their tasks appropiately. Azaroth even allowed himself a grin beneath his scarred face. He lowered his arm to the holster that contained his bolt pistol and carefully unstrapped it. He jammed a clip into the pistol and loaded the weapon slowly. He could then hear the click of Derek and Antony's Longsword Pattern bolters as they pulled the firing pins of the long range bolters. He could even hear the sound of Evanen and Julien's silenced bolters. He heard his remaining brothers shift into their respective positions as they checked their ammo counters

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