Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131019114403/@comment-14745711-20131023093350

OOC: I think they're taking revenge for all the OP destruction I have caused for rather a while now. But if you guys want to mess with me, then be warned that there are consequences.

IC: Avatus shrugs off the fire and climbs back to his feet. "All forces converge on the main base, we are under attack from a small army of traitors, if we regroup we should be able to crush them with very little trouble." Suddenly a librarian runs up to the chapter master, "sir, there is something possesing some of our battle brothers, it burns into their minds and takes their hearts. It makes them hollow shells and turns their empty bodies against us." "Markus...."

The Angels regroup quickly around the forward base and dig in heavily. Several attacks are made by chaos forces but these are thrown back and then surronded and outnumbered by an en-mass assault marine attack and killed to a man. They would take no chances this time, all the traitors would be thourghly stamped out of existense.

In orbit the ships of the marines are in a hazardos position with masses of enemy fighter craft wizzing around them and causing damage to their shields. While alone these attacks are meaningless they have to potential to cause serious damage. Masses of attack craft pour from the larger ships and intermingle with the Dark Eldar ships in series of savage dog fights and with the aid of firepower from the main vessels they begin to drive off the first part of the Dark Eldar's attack.

OOC: Okay, just, got, to, keep, from, making immpossible, attacks. RRRRRR it's so hard!