Burning Legion

The Burning Legion seemed unbreakable. Six times we assaulted their position. Six times we closed to melee, and six times we were repelled. Each time the Devils fought like men possessed. Their bayonets glinted in the afternoon sun, slick with blood and viscera. They seemed to move with a slick sense of balance and weight that we couldn't match. They always seemed to be Just to the side of our strikes, or duck just before someone pulled the trigger. Guess that's the Devil's luck for you.