Diplomacy? no, no. He's practicing DICKplomacy.

Next WIP.

Good lord sorry for the art spam. I am bombarded with ideas I must get them out.

Angron's Assault

Tarvitz heard it too and looked up in time to see a flock of World Eaters’ gunships streaking towards their position from the outskirts of the city. Gunfire came down in a burning spray, punching through the ruins around them, boring holes in the black marble of the ground. ‘Hold!’ shouted Ehrlen. Heavy fire thudded down among the World Eaters as the gunships roared overhead. Tarvitz crouched at a smashed window opening beside Ehrlen, hearing one of the World Eaters grunt in pain as a shell found its mark. The gunships passed and soared up into the sky, looping around above the shattered palace before angling down for another run. ‘Heavy weapons! Get some fire up there!’ yelled Ehrlen. Gunfire stuttered up from the gaps in partially collapsed roofs, chattering heavy bolters and the occasional ruby flare of a lascannon blast. Tarvitz ducked back from the window as return fire thundered down, stitching lines of explosions through the World Eaters. More of them fell, blown off their feet or blasted apart. One World Eater slumped down beside Tarvitz, the back of his head a pulsing red mass. The gunships banked, spraying fire down at their position. Tarvitz could see the World Eaters zeroing in on them as they flew back towards their position. Return fire lanced upwards and one gunship fell, its engine spewing flames, to smash to pieces against a burning ruin. Tarvitz could see dozens of gunships, surely the whole of the World Eaters’ arsenal. The lead Thunderhawk dropped through the ruins, hovering a few metres above the ground with its assault ramp down and bolter fire sparking around the opening. Ehrlen turned towards Tarvitz. ‘This isn’t your fight,’ he yelled over the gunfire. ‘Get out of here!’ ‘Emperor’s Children never run!’ replied Tarvitz, drawing his sword. ‘They do from this!’ No Space Marine could have survived the storm of fire that blazed away at the interior of the gunship, but it was no ordinary Space Marine that was borne within it. With a roar like a hunting animal, Angron leapt from the gunship and landed with a terrible crash in the midst of the ruined city. He was a monster of legend, huge and terrible. The primarch’s hideous face was twisted in hatred, his huge chainaxes battered and stained with decades of bloodshed. As the mighty primarch landed, World Eaters dropped from the other gunships. Thousands of World Eaters loyal to the Warmaster followed their primarch into the Choral City, accompanied by the war cries that echoed Angron’s own bestial howl as he charged into his former brethren.

It had often been said that a Space Marine knew no fear. Such a statement was not literally true, a Space Marine could know fear, but he had the training and discipline to deal with it and not let it affect him in battle. Captain Saul Tarvitz was no exception, he had faced storms of gunfire and monstrous aliens and even glimpsed the insane predators of the warp, but when Angron charged, he ran. The primarch smashed through the ruins like a juggernaut. He bellowed insanely and with one sweep of his chainaxe carved two loyal World Eaters in two, bringing his off-hand axe down to bite through the torso of a third. His traitor World Eaters dived over the rubble, blasting with pistols or stabbing with chainblades. ‘Die!’ bellowed Captain Ehrlen as the loyalists counter-charged, throwing themselves into the enemy as one. Tarvitz was used to Astartes who fought in feints and counter-charges, overlapping fields of fire, picking the enemy apart or sweeping through his ranks with grace and precision. The World Eaters did not fight with the perfection of the Emperor’s Children. They fought with anger and hatred, with brutality and the lust for destruction. And they fought with more hatred than ever before against their own, against the battle-brothers they had warred alongside for years. ~Galaxy in Flames, by Ben Counter

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