Fire roared from vents on their backs and the glow of their red eyes pierced the haze. Standing amidst the grey and white fog of snow were more armored warriors watching the spectacle. The trooper looked about as he massaged his wrists. Another slave removed the guardsmenвЂ™s bindings and was nudged toward the sword. Standing amidst an opened plaza strewn with corpses, Jacobus brought his sword up parallel to the ground. Survive for sixty standard seconds mortal and you will be granted freedom boomed a crackling voice from the vox speakers of his helm. He looked at the closest guardsmen, pointing with his sword. It looked at them laughing as it planted the sword into the snow and dirt in front of the prisoners.Д«ehind the iron work of his helm that mimicked his legions symbol, Jacobus called out for the next opponent. Covered in furs, it then crawled before a row of guardsmen on their knees, their hands bound behind their back and to their ankles. One of the mortal slaves of the 5th Grand Company crawled like a hunchback creature to the severed arm and released its grip on the sword.

Resplendent in his iron armor, Jacobus withdrew his sword and looked in disgust at the fallen guardsmenвЂ™s corpse. Then his world went black as a blade that was cold as ice pierced into the back of his neck and dug into the ground. He could hear the whir and hum of his foeвЂ™s armor looming over him. Jossa had entered shock as the stump that had been his right arm bled wildly into the snow. He had crashed into the ground, the left side of his face buried under inches of snow. Yet, before his blade could strike his enemy, Jossa's sword arm had been removed. Trooper Jossa bellowed a war cry as he leapt forward. The adrenaline, still pumping wildly through him, urged him to blindly rush his foe. The snow crunched under his boots with every step he took as he prepared to strike. Jossa could not help but think that his captain was lucky. A single shot from a meltagun had removed the Captains upper torso entirely during the battle. With his sword raised above his head, he had charged his enemy from the fore. The officer, though of noble birth, had been a true warrior. His gloved hand gripped the sword that had belonged to his former captain. Fear and adrenaline had kept him on edge. He barely blinked as the snow whipped about him and the cold air stung his eyes. Trooper JossaвЂ™s breathing was heavy and irregular under his great coat and armor. The hot air of his breath disappeared into the freezing cold as the snow continued to fall. These bits of fluff will serve as something like a prologue of sorts.

I've decided to contribute a bit more to DakkaDakka's thread and share it.as well as hopefully get some C&C. Well, I have been working on some fluff I have had sitting in a folder on my comp.

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