‘Watch out brother-sergeant!’ called out Arbiteris, pulling down Grimaldus as a big shoota raked the air above them.
‘Thank you brother,’ replied Grimaldus, ‘I forget they could be accurate sometimes.’ 959 more words
The Neophyte held his rifle closely. The initiate lay dead beside him. He had carried his comrade’s body for four days now. He could not let his friend, his mentor be taken by the enemy. 953 more words
The Black Templar Space Marine army for 40K I’ve been working on for the last year continues. This is a preview, as I’ve been working on some units but haven’t finished enough of all of them for full unit pics. 156 more words