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Jairk’s search for help yields results – a mustard armoured Astartes of the imperial Fists stands guard near the entrance of the field hospital, glancing out at the devastation beyond through emerald eye lenses and keeping close watch over his charge. He greats Jarik with a nod and salute, “How might I be of assistance, brother?”

The living tank-thing does not notice Daon as he attaches the grenade, nor does it catch sight of him as he pulls away and into cover. Instead it continues to slowly advance, it’s strange insides bubbling and flustering as they vomit up a gout of blue fire. They are very much living weaponry.

Sun’Haku’s men follow his orders, marching in an organised fashion and laying down a hail of fire upon the aliens. In turn the Astartes reinforcements begin to move closer, and soon the xenos find themselves caught between two forces of superhuman warriors. Their numbers begin to thin, the tanks the only thing keeping them from being wiped out as they push the Space Marines back with intensifying barrages of plasma.