Descent into Gheden [Salamanderxmisery company]
It was like thunder, the sounds of the guns. The high calibre battle cannons spat their screaming shells across the desolate world surrounding him. Svenn runs on through this like a man possessed, his powerful Astarte muscles powering his power armoured frame in long, easy strides. His giant frame ducks with unbelievable agility in and out of the towering metallic pillars as shells ring around him. And the screaming, it fills the endless night of the crown world as the demon enchanted weapons of his greatest enemy tear into their opposition. But the despite this it seems to quiet to his enhanced ears, there are no battle cries, no screams of terror or cries for help. The Rubricae and their deathless opponents duel in complete silence.
Svenn swings his legs around, sliding into position behind one of the towering pillars that litters the surface of the crown world. Well, crown world is what the Thousand Sons had called it. He had no idea who the foe that lived here was, living in the warp for 10'000 years can really put one out of the loop... He cracked a little smile at his own dark thoughts, revealing the enlarged canines that inhabit his elongated jaw. He examines the situation through yellow tinted eyes. Eyes that have seen an eternity of bloodshed and horror, and eyes that still know no remorse. The Rubricae are advancing after him, if there is one thing that can piss off a Thousand Son enough to ignore a terrible thread, it is the sudden appearance of the Volka Fenrika.
The enchanted bullets are still zipping and zinging around him, bouncing off the pillars and the metallic floor. He snaps off some return fire from his bolt pistol, but he knows his foe is still far out of range. He needs to draw them closer. With an animal grin he draws his frost blade, gunning the trigger on the hilt and spinning up the electrically shielded chain saw teeth to ensure the weapon is still working. He holds the great weapon in one hand as he pokes his head out again, maybe twenty yards.
He breaks off to the left, hoping to outflank his foe and get into hand to hand combat. He focuses completely on them, hate and bile rising in his throat and glee at getting revenge for his four comrades who died today at their hands. But just at that moment the floor beneath him... wasn't there. The metallic floor had been breached by the orbital bombardment, and he has just run straight into it. It is a long way down, and he hits the floor with the force of an elephant but the re-enforced adamantium of his armour takes most of the hit. He reaches for his pistol, still a little dazed despite all his biological upgrades.