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[Fallen Angels95]

Lashes out with a psychic shield to damper the blow before reaching out into the champions mind to sever it from his soul and slicing with his sword

shield:

1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78)

Mind barbs:

1d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (80)

Sword:

1d100 rolled for a total of: 62 (62)

[Prosperan Son]

The Mace sc*CENSORED*d the shield and aegis armor, causing rather annoying grating side. The Skulltaker was in the process of unsheathing a secondary blade from his side when the sword lopped off his head, sending his body collapsing to the side.

[Fallen Angels95]

lets out a breath. "bastard." falls back with the rest of the imperial forces. reaping a death toll as they retreat

[Prosperan Son]

They were harassed all the way back to their ships, the Chaotic forces unrelenting in their pursuit. A retreat was en route with the Grey Knights covering for the Guardsmen while their ships pulled back into orbit.

[Fallen Angels95]

"Hold them wherever you can! we will fight in the streets, we will fight in the air, we will fight on the beaches and we will fight on the sea! For we are spacemarines and we know no fear!" frowns and mutters "Now i'm sure i know that speech from somewhere before" snaps back to attention. "cancel the last order, It still stands but only further back, they are just too many. Fall back, FALL BACK!"

[Prosperan Son]

Twin beams from a lascannon fly right by your side, both rounds piercing the Justicar that had aided you earlier. A blast to his chest and skull leave nothing but the waist below. The last of the ships remains,waiting for you.

[Fallen Angels95]

"I said FALL BACK emperor damnitt! How are they so organised?!" Enters the nearest thunderhawk. "Get us out of here!"

[Prosperan Son]

Tracer rounds follow them through the air, pinging off the hull of the ship. Moans of pain are heard from within the ship, there are several guardsmen who have suffered grievous injuries, two of them will not survive. Your battle-brothers however remain stalwart in their armor, their charred, dented, battle damaged grey armor.

[Fallen Angels95]

Walks over to their squad leader "Is there anything you can do for them? If not end their misery. It is better to die with the Emperor inyour heart than with the pervertions of chaos racking your body"

[Prosperan Son]

" Chaos isn't whats racking their body, Las-rounds and bolter shells are." One of the guardsmen kneeling by his comrade replied, given the insignia on his shoulder, he was a medic."Stay calm lad, your going to be fine." He replied to one of the troopers, a young man whose right arm and upper shoulder were pock marked with las rounds."This will ease the pain" The medic adds, pressing a needle filled with pain suppressor into the guard.

[Fallen Angels95]

Turns to the Medic, "get all those seriously Injured to the back of the ship. Out apothocary is waiting for you. He will assist you in any way possible" +Cavversteck? the medic is on his way to you with the Injured, please assist in any way wyou can. we need all the fighting men and women we can get+

[Prosperan Son]

One of your battle brothers steps towards you, helmet hiding his expression." My Lord, The apothecary did not make it onboard the ship. He was one of the first causalities." He informed the Captain, his tone grave.

[Fallen Angels95]

"Well do we have anyone onboard with any medical experiance? and where in Terra's name are we headed?"