Fight for the Postern Gate

Military: Battle

Evander Dreyfos stood in the ashes of victory and his mood was a dark thing, the fight had been a brutal affair, brothers he had known for decades and fought beside during the chaos of the war against the Rangdan and in the oblivion of the outer dark had fallen to the blades of the perfidious Emperors Children.

Evander Dreyfos stood in the ashes of victory and his mood was a dark thing, the fight had been a brutal affair, brothers he had known for decades and fought beside during the chaos of the war against the Rangdan and in the oblivion of the outer dark had fallen to the blades of the perfidious Emperors Children.
  Brother Berathiel's contemptor was locked in a grotesque embrace with his counterpart from the 3rd legion, death having claimed both warriors in a combat that had shook the battlefield and left no survivors, only witnesses to describe the fury of both combatants as they tore into each other with a rage reserved for the bitterest of enemies.
  Yet the traitorus allies of the Warmaster had been repelled, their will for the fight broken, unable to break the 1st Legions adamantium resolve. The wroth of Venerable brother Sariel who's rage carried him across the battlefield and smote the Tartaros terminators of the enemy before succumbing to a volley of plasma that holed his sarcophagus from the few shell shocked survivors of his anger.
  The palatine blades, whos savage arrival on screaming jets brought low the despoilers of squad Mors, were unable to overcome the pinpoint fire from the nemesis bolters of Dark Angels snipers. The brothers of the firewing then turned their fire on the command squad of the faithless traitors, unable to draw a bead on the traitors commander they targetted the legionary who held forth the enemy banner, seeing it's bearer and their banner fall broke the foes will to fight.
  Evander smiled grimly, cheered by the poor jest of the Emperors children falling back on foot as the wrecks of their transports burned around him. Shaken from his reverie as a Javelin speeder halted beside him, it's gunner saluting with Fist to chest before addressing his commander, "Report from the techmarines brother Paladin, Venerable Sariel will walk beside us again, his sarcophagus was not as badly damaged as initially thought". His grim smile broadening he replied, "A small mercy brother, now take your steed and continue your overwatch, I would have warning if the traitors try another sortie", as the speeders engines increased in pitch from a whine to a screaming roar and rocketed forth his smile faded and he was once again left with his grim mood.