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Dorn made his way through the chambers and up a staircase, his eyes looking at the walls that still stood strong after so many attacks made upon them. The wonders rockcrete can do to buildings that even forms of heavy artillery find it hard to piece its shell. The only evidence that the building had taken so much punishment was the few cracks that were all about the walls.
These cracks were within acceptable standards the Primarch determined.
Within a minute of leaving the tent the Primarch was upon the ramparts next to a bolter nest. A single eye looked through a crack to see the Hordes of Greenskin which were charging towards them. He took another moment’s thoughts thinking about the munitions stores, and then calculated how much more time he had.
“Halt all fire! Let them come.” Ordered the Primarch as he began counting seconds, “Prepare for direct assault.”
Upon his words every Imperial Fist reached to their belts and took out chainswords. Those who did not have a sword on their person quickly went to the towers to equip themselves with the murderous arms.
<span class="mu-s">“WAAAAAGH!”</span> Shouted the Orks as they finally stopped being pushed back. From the rear Dorn could see the squigisaur starting to creep up, the creature’s massive form starting to go into a run since it was no longer under constant fire.
“Mount!” Declared Rogal to his sons, the Primarch securing his helm and standing above the walls to get a full view of the horde.
“Ready!” He announced as he secured his footing and looked down upon the Orks who were now clamoring at the bottom of the wall. Their axes trying their damndest to read the Primarch as bullets went to all sides of his person.
It was then that he felt it. A flux in the warp that seemed to ripple through the system with ease. He made a final check of his plans, realizing that by the time TalOS arrived upon the planet these Orks will be routed into the predetermined killing field that they agreed upon.
It was a perfect plan that he could only accomplish with TalOS, for which he was thankful.
“CHARGE!” Shouted Dorn as he stepped off the walls to soon be engulfed by the dazzed and confused Orks. As his Chainsword cut through the first layer of Orks he had the welcomed sight of a Knight coming in and slamming its fist against the Squisaur that was approaching him.
Thus the extermination started in earnest.
>Continue some periodic wars with Dorn.
>Fight with some other brothers.
>Hold off for a LONG while, focus on the Federation.