This Saturday the Wolfram undertook the Test of Iron.
"I know I always ask this, but we are sure these are our hostiles??"
Nosteromo's drop pod gets nudged by the winds and he lands at one end of the urban canyon.
"Prepare for some flaming pie..."
He tries to raise a psychic ward, but is frustrated. Flipping the offending tank with his combi-melta, he finally gets to see his enemies, puny men.
"Morus!! Get your tin ass down here!"
Behind the enemy line, the Eight deep-strike in and sell their ceramite skins dearly.
One by one, the combat squads are eliminated by infantry and tank fire. Then Pask destroys the Orphan utterly with a skilled one-timer. Kyoob shakes his many fists at the venerable commander...
... while across the battlefield, Spider Marines fall from the sky on silk string parachutes. Their leader falls, and dies. But the remaining four ruthlessly scuttle forwards on their pointy limbs to destroy two tanks by meltabombing, as Brother Ant cheers them on from atop his damaged legs.
"Yaay! Go, go, go you little freaks!!!!"