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At last； the boy had woken； and smiled weakly at Solon。 Finally satisfied that the boy was out of
immediate danger； Solon had allowed himself to fall into an exhausted slumber； as the wind battered
the fragile tent outside。
Dios appeared as strong as ever when Solon woke； and the pair shared a small portion of the
emergency ration bar that every exposure suit was equipped with。 The dry protein ration was stale
and old； but it tasted as fine as any meal Solon had ever eaten； though he was stringent in how much
he allowed them to eat。
Water was not a problem。 With his water distiller； and the amount of ice and snow around； they
had an abundant supply。 Food was another matter； however。 This one ration bar was all they had；
and though he portioned it out only sparingly； he knew that it would not last more than two days。
Without food； they would become increasingly tired and sluggish； and they needed all the energy
they had to make the long walk to the Phorcys starport。
In his heart； Solon knew that it was impossible； but as he saw Dios smile； the first smile he had
seen on the boy； he felt rejuvenated and refreshed。
They had to dig themselves out of the tent； which was buried beneath five feet of snow； and
Solon was exhausted as they clambered out onto the moon’s icy surface； but his spirits were
strangely high。 He felt almost euphoric； and though he assumed it was a side effect of exhaustion
and lack of nourishment； he didn’t care at that moment。
Lifting the smiling Dios onto his shoulders； determined not to let the child out of sight； Solon
began a new day of walking。
He would be damned if he allowed himself to succumb to fatigue before he saw the boy to
safety。
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“Ammunition thirty per cent；” growled the Anointed warrior Akkar； registering the blinking icon
that flashed before his eyes。 Smoke rose from the twin barrels of the weapon； and he swung them
before him； seeking a target。
Another wave of enemy creatures surged down the corridor； leaping the shattered remains of
their kind； and Akkar depressed the thumb trigger of his heavy reaper autocannon once more；
sending hundreds of high…calibre rounds into their line； ripping them apart without remorse。
“Weapon temperature peaking；” said Akkar。
“Understood；” said Kol Badar。 Indicating with one of his glowing power talons； he organised the
remaining warriors into a semicircle facing the corridor； and with a curt command ordered Akkar
back from the corridor entrance。
The Anointed warrior stepped slowly backwards； still firing； the barrels of his high…velocity
weapon glowing hot。
“Hold；” said Kol Badar； as Akkar’s reaper fell silent。 The hissing of the aliens was clearly
audible in the sudden silence and clawed limbs clicked loudly on the corridor floor and walls。
“Hold；” repeated Kol Badar。 The reaper autocannon’s killing range was far in excess of the
bolters and combi…bolters wielded by the other warriors； and conserving ammunition was becoming
a serious issue。
“Now！” roared the Coryphaus as the first xenos creatures spilled from the corridor into the room；
bounding forwards with inhuman speed。 At his order； the warriors began firing； ripping the aliens
apart。 Within twenty seconds a score of the aliens were dead； and gore and blood splashed across the
walls。
Marduk risked a glance behind him； seeing the hulking form of Darioq…Grendh’al working on
the bulkhead。 The lascutter on the tip of one of his servo…arms burned white hot as it seared through
the reinforced； thirty…centimetre structure； but the magos was only half way around the bulkhead’s
circumference； and he growled in frustration before turning away and burying a bolt in another
alien’s brainpan。
The xenos attacked their position furiously； racing headlong towards the Word Bearers only to
be shredded by the concentrated weight of fire。 Still more of them poured into the room； and the pile
of dead at the corridor entrance was growing。
“Have your Mechanicus lapdog hurry it up；” rumbled Kol Badar to Marduk。 “Our ammunition
will not last forever。”
Marduk did not answer。 No words would have hurried the methodical work of the magos； but he
knew that the Coryphaus was right； if the enemy maintained this intensity in attack； they could not
hold。
Even as the thought formed； one of the aliens reached the semicircular line of the Legion
warriors； despite the weight of fire。 Two of its arms were blown clear of its body by percussive
blasts； but it did not drop； and it leapt forwards and drove its claws through the faceplate of a brother
Space Marine’s helmet； popping his skull like an overripe fruit。
The alien was cut from shoulder to hip by Khalaxis’s roaring chainaxe； and then in half by the
veteran’s chainsword； retrieved from one of his fallen warriors； which he wielded in his other hand。
“Hold the line；” roared Kol Badar； but Marduk had seen Khalaxis’s bloodlust dozens of times；
and knew that the words would probably not penetrate the red haze that had descended over the
warrior。
Alien blood splattered across his armour； Khalaxis roared as he leapt forwards into the no…man’s
land； spinning the pair of chain weapons around in a brutal arc that tore through the body of another
alien as it was forced backwards by explosive bolt rounds。
Not wishing to be outdone by the blood…frenzied champion； Burias…Drak’shal leapt into the fray；
slamming another of the aliens into the wall with a swing of his icon； his talons shearing the face
from another。
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The killing ground was gone； and firing into the melee risked hitting Khalaxis and the Icon
Bearer； and so Marduk roared a deafening cry and hurled himself into the fray； his daemonic； heavybladed
chainsword roaring。
The other warriors reacted instantly； throwing themselves forwards without thought for their
own safety； firing their bolt pistols at point blank range into the melee and swinging their
chainblades in murderous arcs。
Kol Badar stalked forwards； gunning down one of the creatures before swatting the head of
another from its shoulders with a backhand sweep of his power talons。 The Anointed advanced
alongside the Coryphaus； power weapons humming with energy。 One of them sent a white…hot gout
of plasma shooting from his combi…weapon into the face of one genestealer； liquefying its flesh and
rendering its bones to powder。
Still； the xenos creatures were fast beyond belief； and their strength was inhuman。 Marduk
fought with controlled rage； all the anger and tension of the last months fuelling every murderous
stroke of his chainsword。
“This is not my time！” he roared。 His bolt pistol clicked impotently as his last bolts were
expended； and he threw it to the floor in disgust。 Claws slashed across his chest plate； gouging deep
rents through the ceramite armour； and tearing through his flesh。 He grasped the daemon chainsword
with two hands； allowing the daemon’s hunger for blood to flow through him； and hacked the blade
into the widespread maw of the alien as it lunged towards him。
Marduk carved the daemon weapon through alien teeth； muscle and flesh； spraying blood and
fang…shards in all directions； and the creature’s lower jaw was torn away as he wrenched the
chainblade clear。 Inhuman； gargling screams burst from its throat； and it thrashed around madly；
spraying blood left and right； slashing and tearing at Marduk’s armour。
His left shoulder plate was ripped away； shorn almost in two； and a tri…clawed talon dug into his
neck； punching through his armour and flesh； grinding against his hyper…strengthened vertebrae。
Blood pumped from the wound； and he reeled backwards from the pain…fuelled； frenzied attack of
the alien。 It came after him； but was driven into the ground by a hammer…blow from Kol Badar’s
power talons。 The Coryphaus silenced its screams； crushing its skull with a heavy stamp of his foot。
Khalaxis booted another in the face with the flat of his foot； cracking its skull before shearing a
pair of its arms away with a downward sweep of his chainaxe。 The claws of its remaining arms
ripped across his chest； crumpling his breastplate like paper and gouging a deep wound through his
fused breastplate； but his blood frenzy drove him on； and he rammed his chainsword into its
midsection； disembowelling it。 Sickly purple and pinkish steaming organs flopped from the wound。
Brother Akkar swung his reaper autocannon like a club； smashing an alien away from him as it
hurled itself at him； sending it crashing into a wall。 As it struggled to right itself； sinuous limbs
thrashing； the Anointed warrior tore it to shreds with a burst of fire from his heavy weapon； the high
calibre rounds ripping through its body and puncturing the pipes and cables behind； which spewed
steam into the blood…soaked room。
A genestealer hit the Anointed brother from behind； driving claws into either side of his helmet；
and his skull was crushed to pulp。
Burias…Drak’shal gripped the writhing alien in his arms； pulling it away from Akkar； who was
already dead and falling to his knees； and bit down on its elongated cranium； his fangs piercing its
skull。 Black blood squirted into his mouth as the creature died； and the possessed warrior hurled it
away； his forked daemon…tongue