Initiate Raimer was deep in prayer when the noise began. A dull reverberation within the hull of the Land Raider within which he stood. His battle brothers were roused from their own prayers as well when they heard it. All returned to their prayers within moments though, Raimer had chosen His Litany of Hatred Against The Heretic as his own prayer. The noises grew and as the hull reverberated further and they heard muffled thumps all around them. Still he and his brothers did not falter in their prayers further, many had their eyes closed to better focus on their prayers while Raimer stared straight ahead, the words of the prayer echoing through his mind. Fifteen astartes were packed into the Crusader Pattern Land Raider, their jump packs making it impossible and so all stood facing the front hatch weapons already checked, rechecked, and consecrated.

At last they heard the words from the driver they had all been awaiting, "Prepare yourselves brothers, we approach."

Raimer ended his prayer with a final statement aloud, "And hollowed be his name his fury eternal."

With that said he unlatched his helmet from his belt and placed it over his head, it's environmental seals locking in with a hiss. The systems of his helmet quickly came to life with the vox now he heard the chatter of battle echoing across the main channel. He had no time to prepare further as the front ramp and side doors suddenly popped open allowing in a tremendous cacophony of noise. The Astartes of the Black Templars showed no hesitation though charging forward out of the Land Raider drawing their weapons his black and white armor seamed to reflect no light devouring it all into itself and his tabard which bore the mark of his chapter whipped about him.

All about them were explosions and tracers, fire lit the sky in all directions but one. Before them stood a massive curtain wall several meters high. Charging forward onto an outcrop of rock before the wall he triggered his jumppack along with his brothers his. They sailed into the air with a battle cry upon their lips, "For The Emperor!" At their apex as they looked down on the curtain wall manned by milling forms they cried forth once more, "For Dorne!" As they descended Raimer took careful aim even as men fled out from beneath them and gave forth one last cry, "For Sigismund!" The man beneath him died with a horrifying crunching sound as he broke the fall of a fully equipped astartes. Sword and bolt pistol already in hand he cut down one man to his right before he could even turn, Another man, scarred with horrific chaotic glyphs went for a pistol but was not fast enough as a bolt round punched through his chest and killed the man behind him as the round exploded.

Turning to his left he saw his brothers landing and cutting as well, though Raimer had landed on the far right and thus now faced the brunt of the enemy to this side. Firing off five more shots in rapid succession almost twice that number fell as the rounds overpenetrated their weak armor and weaker flesh. They had numbers though and with cries to their heretical gods they rushed him. Throwing away his bolt pistol and drawing a second chainsword he became a whirlwind of death hacking apart cultists and traitors, shearing through limbs, and cutting apart weapons brought against him. Against an initiate of the Black Templars they were little more than chaff to be butchered and as the stone parapet grew slick with the blood of the fallen and his brothers cut through the mass they faced to join him their nerve at last broke. Turning and fleeing in a great mass from the unstoppable onslaught naturally he pursued cutting down the slowest and those who would not break with equal ease.

Pursuing them into a blockhouse his eyes and the sensors of his helmet quickly recalibrated to the darkness allowing him to see the hastily deployed autocannon, diving out of the way as it erupted pouring fire out past him. Coming up out of his combat roll he was prepared to rush the autocannon when he saw the blade coming in for his head. bringing up the chainsword of his left hand he parried the blade aside and swung out with his right sword but before he could connect a second blade came in from the other side glancing off his helmet. Throwing himself to one side he narrowly missed having his skull pummeled though the blow had damaged his helmet enough that it flickered between various settings now. Pulling it off he threw it to one side as he backed against a wall now assessing his situation revealing his short black hair and scarred face. The Autocannon had cut down one brother who ha followed him and pinned the others. His new found enemy was a pair of ogryn with giant blades akin to meat cleavers with bright red sigils emblazoned upon them. They could perhaps match him in strength but would have no chance versus his skill.

Charging forward with both of his chain sword screaming he swung at the first one with his left handed blade though the ogryn used it's blade to deflect his attack while the second came in with a powerful downward stroke. Raimer went with the parry and used his momentum to pass down under the blade as it descended placing the second ogryn between himself and the first one. His right hand blade came in, stabbing into the side of the ogryn tearing through flesh causing the ogryn to howl out in pain and swing wildly at him. The first ogryn still tried to maneuver around the second to get at Raimer but he continued to maneuver himself and the second ogryn to so that it could not swing at him. Meanwhile the second ogryn made a vicious swing at him when Raimer feinted forward throwing the ogryn off balance allowing him to dive inwards with both blade plunging them deep into the belly of the ogryn and yanking them upwards carving two deep gaping lines into his enemy. Yanking them out caused the massive bulk of the ogryn to teeter forward towards Raimer though he was already moving around to the side coming up to the left low and lashed out with his left hand blade slicin through the leg of his next enemy.

Howling out just as his comrade had done before he swing down with his massive blade though once again Raimer was no longer there and now brought down his right hand blade to cleave both arms from the ogryn who barely had time to scream out before a the backswing of the blade severed it's head. Looking up past his opponents now he saw the autocannon still peppering fire out of the blockhouse keeping his brothers from advancing. Sprinting forward he took the crew and their allies by surprise slicing through the gunner and his loader before they could react and diving into a melee with those nearby. There was no resistance now though as all broke and began to run. he joined with his brothers in the pursuit cutting down many before they could flee.

Exiting the blockhouse down on the arty blasted ground he looked back at the titanic curtain wall now from the inside to see banners of the Imperium and Black Templars rising all across it for miles in either direction. The few gates in the grand wall were being opened now as well allowing more Astartes to pour through supported by Land Raiders which cut down the fleeing enemies without remorse. The battle was over, the day was won though there would yet be a thousand more battle Raimer knew. Sheathing his swords he watched as thunderhawks descended from the sky now that the enemy air defenses along the wall were neutralized. One landed nearby and out came various neophytes to begin the post-battle rites, one came directly to him and bowed his head before Raimer before speaking, "Initiate Raimer, I bring word that you have been chosen for your excellence in battle and competence of other matters to be seconded to the Deathwatch until they deem your service complete. Are you prepared for this service my lord?"

Raimer looked down at the small neophyte his face a mask of determination, "A warrior of the Emperor is always ready for any task asked of him." He could see even now a single stark black thunderhawk landing nearby, "I need nothing more than this." With that he held up the chainsword in his right hand, giving the other to the neophyte hilt first, "When I return I will want that back."

He then strode over to the black thunderhawk already reciting litanies of purification to prepare himself for the voyage away from his brothers and to fight beside those who he knew nothing about and whose ways could be far different than his own. That was why he was chosen for this, not his skill but his temperament, he had a chance of withstanding their influence without striking out as others might.