++Testimony of Deathwing Brethren Stone Heart Amael ++
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++Testimony of Deathwing Brethren Stone Heart Amael
++Astropath Terminus Duct: Miel Shan
++Transmitted Lienad VII 3343625.35
++We had come to the Lienad system to deal with an incursion of the vile Eldar of the Craftworld Iyanden, but found ourselves instead fighting side by side with them against a massive tyranid infestation. In true deathwing honour, only one squad of Terminators was assigned to assist, while the rest of the Deathwing remained aboard ship for observation purposes. At the site of one of the bloodiest battles, the squad of Terminators suffered several casualties holding a strong point against nearly twenty thousand tyranid constructs.
For several days we held the ridge against all invaders, assault cannon and storm bolters never ceasing in fire, till the bodies of the Tyranids were piled twenty deep below the ridge. As the Tyranids gathered for a final, crushing assault, I, among the six last terminators, prepared to face the alien scum for the last time. We readied our power fists and drew the ceremonial swords from out belt, leaving the now empty bolters behind, and stood firm to meet the inevitable charge.
As the Tyranids scaled the ridge on the bodies of their fallen comrades, a ghostly mist shrouded the entire hill. The sudden silence that enveloped the battleground was totally chilling. And from that shroud, who should burst forth but the Lion himself! He strode like an Angel of Death, twin swords flashing. The Tyranids, oblivious to the danger before them, swarmed towards this new target. He was upon them in one sweep of his mighty, steel-clad wings, and broke the wave of Genestealers tearing towards him with a hail of steel. In a second he was upon them and in a supernatural blur of flashing swords he tore through the Tyranid ranks like a whirlwind.
Severed heads, purple ichor and dead bodies were thrown in all directions. I swear that day I saw three Carnifexes, those accursed alien beings who can shrug off several direct lascannon hits, cut in half with a single sweep of his green robed hand. He proceeded to eviscerate the entire Tyranid horde. Finally he came face to face with the four Hive Tyrants who had been coordinating the activities of the entire Tyranid campaign on this planet. From afar I watched, enthralled, as he faced off against the tetrad alone, surrounded by the slain Tyranid warriors who formed their elite bodyguard. Each towered over him by a head, but he faced them coldly and calmly. With a twitch, he cut one to ribbons in a rain of feathers. Spinning to parry a blow from the second, he carried it through and sliced through the entire Tyrant, bonesword, chitnous armour and all.
The two Tyrants sought to entrap him in a pincer move, but with a single movement, he spread his wings to their full extent, swept them towards each other and disemboweled them both on a single sword. Picking up the four heads in one skeletal fist, he lifted off gracefully and settled down in front of us. My whole squad fell on their knees, filled with reverence for the Great Primarch. He commanded with a single word, "rise." We gazed up into the void of his hood, as he set the four heads on the ground as trophies. With that final duty done, he disappeared as abruptly as he came into the mist. On the foreheads of the grinning skulls, a single emblem was carved with intricate precision, precision that even our most skilled techmarines could not replicate. The symbol of the Broken Sword. The sign of the Deathwing.
+++Till the Sword is reforged+++
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