I could feel them closing in from all sides. There had to be at least a thousand of them and I was all alone and completely surrounded. I think my mind went numb, cause I sure as hell was controlling my actions during this battle. My body knew what it was doing though, it new exactly what it was doing.
As they rushed toward me I went into automatic. My hands, already sweaty with fear and anticipation, grasped the twin hilts of my two swords, enjoying the feeling as my hands slid into the grooves made by a lifetime of battle. This was what I was best at; this was what I felt at home doing. My body tensed, ready to spring forward at the first
I opened my eyes the instant my feet hit the ground and surveyed the scene. As far as drops go I’d say it’s roughly the worst I’d ever seen.
At my reckoning at least half of the units had fallen to the hail of fire we’d received on the way down. My entire unit had fallen, save our captain who was alive, but only support by the large steel beam from our pod that was sticking through him. It would not be long before he’d be with the Emperor. Squatting just outside the cover we’d landed in were the bulk of the Dark Eldar army, I could even see the massive cannons that had done so much damage to our force. But