+ They arrived without a warning, the first sign I did notice, through the anarchy that surrounded myself and my squad, was the head of a greenskin exploding and, with the utmost respect, our firearms weren't powerful enough to do such a thing, at least not in that way. The brute dropped, just like I'd imagined it would, and then the second one, and the third, each exploding in a mist of blood and grey matter. The sound of their rifles overpowered the sound of my heart beat in my ears. The greenskins must've been aggravated by the sound too because they quickly turned their attention to these... these harbingers of death. +
+ Yeah [REDACTED] appeared to have seen them before I did, though when I turned and looked at him, fear had already taken a hold of him. If the stench wasn't bad enough from those beasts, I'd have been able to smell the piss pooling in his fatigues. Despite their arrival, [REDACTED] wasn't long for this world. After the initial assault, after they had blown greenskin after greenskin apart, [REDACTED] took the cowards way out. It pains me to say such a thing, as he was very much a competent guardsmen, yet he chose to stay behind. +
+ [...] No, the staying behind wasn't the worst part. Myself and the other men had made it five metres across the pile of green when the unmistakeable sound of a grenade rang out. Naturally we were all puzzled as to where it had originated. The fighting had stopped for now. [REDACTED] had blown himself up, primed the damn thing and held it like a child's toy, I imagine. [...] I did not, no, pure speculation. Why he couldn't have gone out without the damn theatrics is anyone's guess, but it boosted the morale of my men, morbid, admirable, necessary in the grand scheme of things. +
+ Irrelevant! [...] Ahem, well, yes, that is true, but if you're implying that that somehow makes my men incompetent in the face of the enemy, you can [REDACTED] +
