#corabb

I am a marine! A heroic soldier on a day of glory! Come to me and die!

Still, there was Fiddler and Corabb knew he would follow his sergeant because the man was worth following.

[Bottle] snorted. Corabb took that as an invitation to talk. 'See the fear in these people, Bottle? The Bonehunters turn their hearts to ice. When we reach the gate, it will swing open for us. The Letherii soldiers will throw down their arms. The people shall deliver to us the Emperor's head on a copper plate, and roses shall be flung into our path-' 'For Hood's sake, Corabb, enough. You keep looking for glory in war. But there is no glory. And heroes, like Beak back there, they end up dead. Earning what? A barrow of rubbish, that's what.'

At once a shout rose from the length of the trench. 'HAIL THE MARINES!' And the faces around Corabb suddenly darkened, teeth baring. The instant transformation took his breath away. Iron, aye, you know all about iron. The Nah'ruk were five steps behind them. The heavies rose to meet them.