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"Frank begin designation of ground targets and striking, first company follow protocol. Angron, you know your men better than I ever could, lead them towards that heart there but strike at anything that Frank takes down or designates. Tybro. Well, I guess just continue to do- whatever it is you were doing." You say
Angron nods grabs a horn from his side and blows on it loudly.
Tybro just nods, hops into the walker and charges off towards a larger vehicle.
This- is new.
You have fought through subterfuge, through careful planning, sabotage and every conceivable way to make the fight as easy for your army as possible.
This is a straight up fight.
One that while there was a plan for, there was no actual way to plan for.
This was new.
The feeling. The hopping on a stolen war machine firing at the enemy as air support from your allies helped your brother be able to-
He is lifting something as big as small titan.
This isn't normal. Yet it feels good. The straightforwardness was refreshing.
With Angron distracted, and you fight.
You fight as a primarch. You use a spear, one of the ones from the Rangda, to decapitate one of your foes.
Normally you are the hidden blade. The Dagger in the dark. But now, you are part of hundred of different blades.
And nobody can see you.
Except you.
>> Test the limits of your capacity. Find the most challenging opponent, and take them on.
>> Fight as many as you can, as fast as you can.
>> Attack the other walker that is attempting to Flank.
>> Take a war machine for yourself.
>> Write in: (Let's be honest Alpharius would take a path the old man couldn't even dream of in this instance.)
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">>> MYSTERY BOX</span></span>
