[lord marcus]

Dark clouds of red hue shadowed the ruins of the bunker complex. They seemed to mock the space marines set against the chaos held ruins, their red, roiling depth bathing the combatants in a red glow, heralding the coming bloodshed.

Captain Maximus roared in fury as he charged, his warriors behind him, the royal swords, were not going to die on some backwater world on the eastern fringe, not by the lackeys of the dark gods, not by the tau, they were not going to die, they were going to live, live and fight for the emperor, but not here, not on this blasted hellscape, this last, crumbling ruin was the last bastion of darkness on this planet, and the spaceport lay just beyond, the shining light docked, awaiting their arrival, thunderhawks could not fly to pick up Maximus and his forces, for fear of getting downed by the flak cannon that rested in the heart of the blasted complex. Its long, daemon infused gun barrels rose up before Maximus, but he showed no fear to this behemoth. Charging straight for the bunker nearest him he unclipped a krak grenade from his belt. Putting his full weight behind the throw, he let the grenade sail through the air, out of his hand towards the wall, releasing the pin with his index finger as he did so. Not even stopping his charge, continuing towards the wall. With a flare of burning wihte light, the sandbag wall was rent asunder under the onslaught. Bolter shells kicked up the hard ground around him, but maximums gave them no heed, giving as much strength as he could to his legs, the energy propelling him through the hole his grenade had made for him.

Maximus sailed through the opening, cannon-balling into the blackness that was a black legionnaire. Unsheathing his power sword marzon, he plunged it into the breastplate of the chaos space marine, his ancestral hatred for chaos in all its forms running through his veins. Hearing bones crack from under him, Maximus rose and vaulted to the chaos marine to his left, not even checking to see if he had actually killed his first opponent. Spraying his foe with rounds from his bolter, Maximus watched as the bolts detonated, causing the marine to spasm under the onslaught and fall to the cerimite of the bunker floor. Darting towards the next chaos worshipper, Maximus slashed left And right, wading into the knot of enemies rushing through the door linking this bunker to the next, slashing left and right, not caring who or what he hit, only seeing red and black before him.