I present Revered Brother Anton - Formally Knight Commander Anton Lamprecht of the 3rd Company - Residing in Dreadnought Chassis Semper
Only the Tactical Squad to go for this vow
Anton ordered 2 of his Tactical Squads to flank the Word Bearers position while he and his Command Squad ran from cover to cover in order to close the distance, there were few of them left now but the main target a Fallen known as Gaar'th the Pure, his previous name a memory.
Devastator Squad Alban killed three more traitors leaving Gaar'th and another. Johan the Company Champion vaulted the ruined wall and launched himself at the other traitor while Anton powered his thunder hammer and drew his duelling sword. But before Anton could deliver a blow, Gaar'th threw his bolt pistol down, his ruined power fist lay limp at his side.
“Victory is yours, Brother.” He said mockingly. As he surrendered.
Johan pointed his sword as the traitors neck.
“Commander, this traitor deserves nothing but death.” Johan's hatred clear in his voice over the command squads private vox.
“Agreed my Champion but that is not how deal with some traitors.”
With pre-natural speed Gaar'th conjured a crude blade and lunged at Anton, before Anton could react the blade pierced his armour and his hearts, Johan launched himself at Gaar'th but before he could Gaar'th became gaseous and insubstantial. Anton sank to his knees his life running out.
Before the smoke disappeared Gaar'th's voice could be heard mockingly...
“Weak Brother.... You were weak”
Johan called for Edmund the company Apothecary.
Dying on a backwater planet was not what Anton wanted. His vision faded as he looked at the 3rd Company Banner for last time.
He was right he muttered “I was weak.”
Edited by Brother Arkley, 03 July 2016 - 04:18 PM.