Chronicles of the Warriors

Haakon Warbrand
In the training sanctum, the freezing bite of a Wolf Claw tore through yet another Ultrawards Plot Armour. The weapons, Fenrisian of origin, had been blessed by Good Writing wards, created by the Warriors of the Holy Canons Editoriorisii.

Raising his bloodied claws, his golden armor splattered with the simulated blood of the Ultrawards. He heard the door open, and a krak missile whistled past him, colliding with the wall of the Simulatorium. He opened his arms and exposed his chest, smiling at the lone launcher wielder he would face.

With a large rumble did a cobalt blue and gold Dreadnought appear, a missile rack on its one side. Unleashing its deadly barrage, Haakon had time for one thought before the missiles collided.

This is going to hurt

The missiles slammed into him, lifting him off the ground. Not even his blessed terminator armor could take the strain of so many missiles, and he slumped down in the corner. Getting up in agony, the Dreadnought flexed its rotating power chain sword, another gift from their dark lord, Matt Ward.

"FOR CANON!!!!!"

He charged at his foe, his Wolf Claws shining with energy and making the blood on his fists freeze and crack. Coming into range, he tackled the charging dreadnought head on, resulting in him once again being knocked back. The Dreadnought put its clawed foot on his chest, and was about to slam it's right arm down on him when he slashed off the metal at the legs. Normally, not even the mightiest power weapon could harm a Wardian Plot Marine, but, as with all weapons of the Warriors of the Holy Canon, the Wolf Claws of Haakon Warbrand were designed to fight bad writing and favoritism. As the Dreadnought toppled, he jumped up and burried his claws deep in the sarcophagus, striking repetedly untill he reached the wounded marine inside. Pulling him out and holding the broken Wardian over his head, he screamed in triumph.

Suddenly, the doors opened to reveal two more Dreadnoughts and a Land Raider

"....Eeeeep"