Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-8397818-20180303122812

Seeing as the task force has completed its withdrawl, Anat left his position and joined the rest of the Space Marines. Once he was close to the task force, his steps were much more careless, allowing others to hear him approach. He identified himself, even though it was clear that he was a Space Marine of the Raven Guard Legion.

He held his rifle even as he was approaching the wounded sergeant. The sight was quite pitiful in Anat's mind. The Son of Horus was laying down bloodied but unbound. He paid the price for his blunt, yet glorious assault against the enemy. That was the way of the prideful warriors, not of the Raven Guard.

He noticed the Thousand Sons Legionary, the mutant seemed different from up close and without his helmet. Anat wondered if the sorcerer would read his thoughts.

He then saw the Iron Warrior. Anat did not forget the insult that Primarch Perturabo used to describe Lord Corax in one of the many campaigns of the Great Crusade. Still, the Iron Warrior made the enemy pay a heavy price in this battle.

And the last notable warrior was the scion of the fifth Legion. He, as were the others, looked weary of the fighting. They all fought to strike down the foe and save the life of their sergeant. The secondn objective was more succsesful then the first one.

All stood fresh from the fighting but Anat. He was only covered in more ash since his confrentation with the long-ranged guns of the enemy.