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[Prosperan Son]

The brute fell to the floor,a smoking crater where it's head once was. Tracer rounds fill the air as more of the brutes spill both from the drills and the already oncoming horde. From several meters away three of the greenskins open fire on Veranon with their shootas

1d100 rolled for a total of: 49 (49)

[Brother Veranon]

After disbatching the brute I hear a waah as the 3 shootas fire the unconventional weapons.The ork rounds bounce of my armour, but I know one got lucky when I feel a burning sensation in my lower ribs. In an attempt to counter the greenskins, I raise the force staff in the orks direction and unleash a volly of force bolts

1d100 rolled for a total of: 92 (92)

[Prosperan Son]

Two of the xenos are sent flying back, their charred corpse smacking to the ground with a *thud* *thud*. Iepo makes his way towards the Librarian, cutting down any of the orks that come his way. He shouts but his words are drowned out by the Greenskin war cries. Another brute brings forth a Rokkit Launcher and sends a crude missile streaking towards Veranon

1d100 rolled for a total of: 13 (13)

[Brother Veranon]

After dispatching the ork shootas anyther one takes his place. "It seems 2 mote take ones places" I say to myself. I saw the ork fire the rokkit at me a try and raise a pyskic barrier to deflect the blow of the incoming rokkit.
1d100 rolled for a total of: 51 (51)

[Prosperan Son]

The rocket smashed into the barrier but was deflected to the side, crashing into the dirt with an explosive *BOOM* that sent dirt everywhere. The tankbusta boy was already in the process of reloading his launcher but in the mean time, another ork came charging towards the epistolary, slashing at his leg with his oversized choppa

1d100 rolled for a total of: 36 (36)

[Brother Veranon]

In an attempt to kill the ork I try to parry the ork with my staff in a downsided motion
1d100 rolled for a total of: 26 (26)
Followed by a swift kick the the orks face
1d100 rolled for a total of: 73 (73)

[Prosperan Son]

The Ork's blade slides down the length of the staff, scraping against the librarian's arm leaving a deep gouge. The brute is about to follow with another swipe but a kick to the face sends him back before he can make his move.

[Brother Veranon]

Ignoring the pain in my arm, I ustilize my psylker abilites and control the level of bleeding but make a mental note to check with the apothecar once the battle is over. I vox to my brothers "keep fighting we are driving the orks back!" I scream into the vox. I turn to see Iepo loading a mag in his bolter, I turn to him whale firing my bolt pistol to keep the orks at bay."Brother Iepo, how are you doing?l I shout in hois hear, just making sure that he can hear me.

[Prosperan Son]

" I have been better!" Iepo answered sarcastically, smashing the barrel of his pistol into greenskins skull and pulling the trigger, sending blood and skull fragments everywhere." They've got something scrambling the vox!"The Sergeant informed Veranon, firing at an ork that came to close to hitting the psyker from behind.

[Brother Veranon]

Using my smite ability I dispatch a group orks firing on a group of guardsmen."Understood brother Iepo. Do you have anywords on the location of it? From the scouts?" I vox to him. I turn to my left and fire upon a nob running towards me
1d100 rolled for a total of: 65 (65)

[Prosperan Son]

"I believe the scouts are dead!" Snarled Iepo, smashing his boot into another of the greenskins knees and stabbing at it with his sword. Pulling his blade free, he sliced the head off another of the beast before it even had a chance to draw it's weapon." They were last at the northern sector of the trenches, I heard that area is being hit the hardest!"