The Drop-pod strikes the ground sending shockwaves and shattered stone through the air, pelting Kral with small fragments of jagged rock. The force sends him back a few feet and almost knocks him over, had he been smaller like those thinblooded cowards who fell from the force it may have killed him. But he was not like them, that is why his lord chose him after all. He readied his blade for what would come from the pearlescent white and richly gold colored drop-pod. Colors he had never seen through a hundred battles, but it meant little as the doors slammed open and he was met with something that no amount of devotion to his god nor fervor of bloodlust could have prepared him for. He saw the monster for only a fraction of a second before it had made its way through several of his brothers and stood above him. All in a moment, he could barely process what had happened.

Caine held the crushed head of the heretic bastard in his hand for a time, savoring the feeling of the bones cracking and the wet popping of when it gave, staining the noble white of his gauntlet bright red before he tossed the corpse aside with a curse and called his squad forward. The first to speak after the spectacle of Caine’s entry was Abel, taunting his sergeant in his usually jovial, brotherly, tone. “You’re only supposed to use the combat stimms in a real fight brother, or did you just feel like a little more fun today?”. Shaking fragments of skull and wet globs of gray matter from his hand, Caine responds in his own harsh, grunting yet oddly charismatic voice. “Is it so bad to want a new paint job on my gauntlets, and boots, and…” Caine’s voice starts trailing off as he looks down at his gore stained warplate. Noticing something still moving, crawling towards him even. “Blood…for the…blood god” the little thing manages to choke out a few slurred words before Caine stamps its head into the ground twisting his foot slightly into the dirt to make sure it stays dead this time. A voice comes from behind the squad along with the sheathing of a sword. “Sergeant, you appear to have taken a kill from me” Caine wheels around followed by more crunching from the dead heretics flattened cranium, annoyed by his ‘brother’s’ petulance Caine immediately starts berating the tiny figure. “I care little if I, as you put it took a kill from you, it matters naught how these Things die, David, only that they do, and i’d have half a mind to break that Emperor-damned sword over my knee if you draw behind me again, now do as i say you meaningless whelp before I crack that prized sword of yours and send you to fight Angron with a combat blade.”. “Brother-Sergeant'' Abel chimes in. “You seem to have forgotten to tell us what to do''. An ugly sneer creeps across David’s face as he prepares to make more unwelcome comments. as the squad prepares an ambush for whoever comes to investigate the disappearance of at least 60 of their best mortal infantry. “Look at this, brothers''. David begins as the gathered astartes collectively groan at the mere sound of his voice. “We call him sergeant yet he can scarcely remember whether or not he’s given us orders, I’d call that being unfit for duty wouldn’t you? Perhaps someone else should take his pla-”. Before he could finish the word he was struck in the shoulder with a bolt round. A deafening shout resounds through the area, amplified by the vox systems in the helms of the World Eaters. As the traitors charge from all around, alerted by David’s unending complaints, Caine braces, once again filling his bloodstream with combat stimms that send his heart into a frenzy he screams his own battle cry as he charges the red and brass horde knocking one of them aside with his shoulder and screaming as he sprints, “KILL THEM ALL!”.

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The berserker buried his chainblade into the chest of the second man to stand against him, the first still reeling from the charge that sent him spinning. As the crimson blood sprays from the chest of the first victim, the monster has already spun around, gracefully for a creature of his size, and cleaves through the neck of the first victim of his frenzied charge. A warrior clad in ivory falls to the ground, blood spraying from his throat, the weight of his armor creating massive ripples in the mud along with the two other fallen fighters. White and gold crashing against brass and blood red and the berserker never stops, his chainblade ripping through flesh and ceramite alike. A parry to the left and a carving slash to the right, no foe could break his guard. Even as he felt the bloodlust sinking its venomous claws into him he shouted above the crashing of blade strikes and bolter fire creating a cacophony of chaotic noise as though they stood in a thunderstorm, still he commanded his brothers and they followed without hesitation. Though they were outnumbered they had the berserker, they had their sergeant, they had Caine, they had a monster leading the charge and the Eaters of Worlds were butchered to the last, though not without a toll on Caine’s beleaguered squad. Three of his men lay dead, Abel has been reduced to having a single arm and David lies unconscious though, unfortunately, still alive. The landing zone had been secured and the thunderhawks were on the way; they just needed to wait around until then.

As Caine was checking on Abel, ensuring his brother would be able to swing a sword, a voice crackled over the vox in his helmet. “First squad sergeant report. Caine, do you read me? " A familiar voice called his name over the channel "That I do Goliath, what is it?” “ The third captain’s thunderhawk was shot down by heretic flak fire, as far as we know he and his guard are with the Emperor now.” Unable to process what had just been said he looked to his squad for confirmation. Abel stood just as shocked, David, having regained consciousness a few minutes ago is on the verge of another fit of jealousy, Matthew and Marduk are talking on a personal channel amongst themselves while Justus and Abraham were the first to truly react thumping fist against the golden Aquila on their chests before thrusting them to the air saluting their new captain. Unable to control any longer Abel breaks out in a chuckle, clapping his remaining hand against Caine’s shoulder “Who would have thought that a berserker to put Kharn to shame would end up a company captain. Now I've seen everything, Well save for a humble Eldar but we’ve got an eternity to hope for that.” Returning his brother joke in an attempt at a counter “Acting Captain, Abel, you can grovel later” going to shake his brothers hand but Abel simply shakes the stump where his arm was causing the whole squad, even David, to break into a laugh as the majority of the Solar lions chapter landed in thunderhawks around them.