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"There be your something!" Wilfrith yelled when the Broadsides began to bombard the Imperial position. "Get the fuckin' Melta!"

Wilfrith noticed the Valkyrie being hit. "Bloody 'ell. The Commissar's been hit!"

There was nothing he could do for the Valkyrie now and the Commissar's orders were to stick to the Astartes' plan so Wilfrith held his ground. He wouldn't rush off to the smoking gunship and he would try to stop any of his squadmates that tried to do so.

The battle was getting quite hectic. He exchanged fire with the Tau, unloading his Volley Gun on the incoming Fire Warriors.

The sight of the Imperial Knight was a welcome one. Had Wilfrith been a regular soldier the towering machine would've given him renewed hope, but as a Scion he had no use for hope. He did as he was told no matter the odds. The Emperor's Will was always carried out.

The Daemon's sudden appearance solidified something in the Scion's mind. ''I'm going to kill that damned witch as soon as I can. Before he can kill us all.''

Wilfrith wasn't sure which target to prioritize, the Daemon or the Xenos. He picked the closest target, grabbed two frag grenades and threw them at the target.