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At least a quarter of the defenders have been obliterated by now, but while the Styrians have been distracted by their own slaughter, they have failed to take action against what will spell their true doom. As the Penitent Engines approach the thick ceramite gate, firing slits open in the surrounding wall and the distinctive muzzles of multi-meltas appear, but the avenging Penitents are too quick for the short-range weapons and gouts of flame erupt from the twisted walkers, spilling into the defensive positions. More Styrian screams fill the air, and little burning embers they run across the rooftops and spill from the gatehouse before they are gunned down. Acting as one, the Penitent Engines rev their powerful buzzsaws and assault the gate itself, their power-field sheathed weapons boring through the thick ceramite effortlessly. The Penitent Engines tear the gate from its mountings and the heavy slab falls inwards with a shudder that shakes the ground beneath Malin's feet. The Repentia scream with joy and sprint through the legs of the Penitent Engines towards the absolution they crave more than life, and the Penitent Engines themselves are quick to follow.
The breach has been made and Rosaline's infantry start relocating to exploit their entry. The jump infantry join their Sisters on the charge, heading for the opened gate as the Penitents are unleashed upon the defenders. The unwieldy Penitent Engines charge the courtyard, spewing flame upon mortar pits as their whirring buzzsaws sweep around, butchering Styrian infantry as they try to level fire upon the exposed pilots. The Sisters Repentia head for the wall, charging up stairways with their eviscerators aloft. What follows can only be described as an orgy of blood that one could mistake for a Khornate ritual were it not for the prayers on their lips and the purity seals nailed to their bodies, the Sisters Repentia charging across the rooftops side-by-side as they sweep Styrians apart before them. Blood sprays like fountains from the rooftop as Eviscerators swing and rev and the battle-crazed Repentia charge without pause, barely even noticing when panicked lasfire cuts holes through their sinewy bodies. Within moments the entire southern walltop has been cleared of Styrians, blood and body parts spilling from the battlements as the roar their victory and move straight onto the next walls.
Now free to enter unopposed, Palatine Velna and Palatine Rosaline command their power armoured Sisters inside the walls as they sweep the walls clean with gunfire and Styrians try to flee into the central keep. While the power armoured sisters form a beachhead around the interior of the gate and lay down withering firepower, the Penitent Engines lumber around the entire courtyard butchering entire groups of Styrians and bathing the walls with gouts from their flamers. The Repentia cannot be stopped, breaking up into pairs as they charge across the walls to butcher any Styrian that has dared to stay put.
