>>5635751>>5635558>>5635286>>5635258>>5635247Palatine Shen's heavy tanks pour a cascade of overwhelming firepower upon the Styrian walltops as her tanks spread out across the plaza, each one blazing with three heavy bolters and their formidable turret-mounted cannons. The Exorcist battery sends graceful missiles skywards, loaded with fragmentation warheads that airburst above the battlements and shower Syrians with shrapnel. The wall defences are helpless and cowed by the tremendous firepower, huddling behind their barricades as Palatine Rosaline's infantry thunder into action.
Rhinos and Repressors rumble out from the surrounding urban streets, moving and deploying quickly under Rosaline's experienced instruction, disgorging battle sister squads that quickly spread out across the plaza. Soon they are lending their own weight of fire upon the enemy walltops, bolts popping against the walls and blowing apart any Styrian who attempt to return fire. The suppressed walltop defenders blaze wildly at the stalwart power armoured warriors who are rapidly surrounding their defences, and they run across the walls to redistribute their forces as they try to avoid being obliterated by Shen's formidable cannons that are tearing great chunks from the plasteel battlements.
Nevertheless the walltop defenders are great in number and heavily armed, blazing away blindly with mounted heavy bolters as they remain huddled behind the gunshield. And while their fire is totally inaccurate the heavy bolts stitch across the plaza in long lines of death that catch unfortunate Sisters in the open, smashing into their thick power armour and causing scattered wounds and death while Palatine Rosaline and her Celestians keep her infantry in formation and firing away - showing no fear in the face of the enemy's return fire.
Suppressed by heavy tanks and surrounded by battle sisters in all directions, the Styrian defenders fail to notice the units of Immolators - filled with heavily-armed Retributors - that break cover from the urban surroundings and make beelines for the corner bastions. The light vehicles push forwards quickly, readying their heavy flamers and multi-meltas as scattered lasfire and heavy bolters plink off their ceramite armour. "Kill them all!" Palatine Velna bellows from atop the urban buildings before she, Palatine Morweg, and almost fifty other Sisters soar into the air on their graceful jump packs, flying clear across the battlefield of the plaza below like angels. The awe-inspiring force splits apart in mid-air, coming down upon the high ferrocrete bastions at each corner of the stronghold.
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