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Rogal Dorn heard the clashing of cannons and the numerous explosions coming from all around him. The rattling of cannons and the singing of plasma being flung through the air as the nearby ramparts unloaded round after round upon the Orks who were throwing themselves at him in droves.
From above he heard the constant smacking of artillery fire. One after another with little reason among each of the shots except that they had been fired. The Void Shields that surrounded the Fortress held against these attacks and showed no sign of being defeated.
He listened closely and calmly now, his mind focusing on a single Heavy Bolter which was firing into a flush of incoming Orks. Fifty, thirty eight, twenty three, fifteen, seven, one. On que when the final bolt was fired another Heavy Bolter announced its presence to the Orks that were still foolishly trying to make their way over.
At that exchange he heard a blast which cooked everything before the beam, but he knew it was not meant for the enemy. No Orks were able to get close enough to be within range of a Melta. No, it was the cleaning detail making sure that the Ork Bodies did not grow so high that it would become makeshift cover for those that were still charging his position.
The Melta and Plasma Rogal notes were being used by the Proelitors of TalOS, while his own sons manned the Bolter emplacements that were across the walls. They were fighting in sync, perfectly matching each other's actions as they welcomed the incoming foe.
This event had happened two thousand eight hundred and thirty five times, which if applied to the last time that he compared the bullet count to a clock it meant the time was two thirty eight.
“Lucius, keep us on tempo. My brother arrives in two minutes.” Rogal said as he reached over and grabbed the broad chainsword that said Priest made for him, “I will be heading out to the front.”
“Do you want a vehicle and Knight escort to supplement your Housecarls?” The old Priest asked as he looked up from his data tablets.
Dorn turned to look at the battlemap for a moment’s study. His eyes looking at the battlefield that he was walking into, “I will accept two Knights, the rest are to flank with the Leman Russ Battalion.”
“It will be done.” The Priest said as he tapped a few more controls.
