Sweat makes her hair cling to her face in the armor, muscles are sore from the frequent and repetitive movement, her eyes sting from being awake more than a day if you can call it that, and most annoying is the strength in her limbs is failing more frequent. For all her ability she moved swift and shot back with her arcane plasma bolter toward the advancing infantry. Even with the amount posed before her she made her people know that death without struggle is a SIN! blood, body parts, and old equipment broke as she and her fellow fighters smashed a wing of the total enemy. Standing tall she bellowed the hymns of the Goddess as she pushed forward to the enemy defense.
"For her Holy Name! kill all that block your path!" as she pushed forward the weight of her companions made the realm behind her feel weighty. Bombs explode, Guns spray their loadout, death fell from the sky, and Her bearer's brought judgement to lowly lives in their face of chaos. By no means will they relent while moving in Her Name death is the grace given to all that oppose Her Will!
Hours later the blood and pain continued to haunt all that fail in the attack on the enemy position. Blood is mostly seen only on the enemy side since, her holy armor keeps out the most severe of damage. " Captain Krag get the rest of the commanders and regroup on my position we need to review the current battle as our left flank is still stuck clearing residentials."
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Double timing his pace Krag made a dash like a cheetah from a plain she once visited. Boots stomp on ally and enemy viscera alike moving and his quickest pace to relay the orders his matron entrusted to him. Blood and mud was shot in the air as his steps smashed through the bile and death near his feet. Death was always watching as he looked around his surroundings more of fellow 1st Legion forces fall and kill in same spades, making his grip in gauntlets like a vice that almost broke the in made servos that give even more strength.
Fire, Blood, and Gore. All in full sight when moving as fast as he can slipping once or twice while moving as fast as his weaken legs can move. Fire in all colors of bright flashes continued to go beside and over head. This shit of a planet bore the death that their halfhearted AI they made and now the very creators have now clue how to even try to make another. Though that makes just things more easy for our brothers and sisters in digital space given by Her. Blood splattered on his side and arms while in a dead sprint but that did not detour him from advancing with power assisted legs crushing corpses and weapon alike while making way to his new position.
After tossing his beacon emp grenade the area was light full of a blue color and moving forward he smashed through the last of the third front corner. Even though the death around Krag did increase but it was for the better that the enemy was more that he stomped on then the friendlies.
