Wolves To The Slaughter
The small force of Space Wolves crashed landed on Skull Mountain and although high spirited as most of them survived the crash, the hidden horrors were about to crush them. Like a swarm of ants emerging from their ant hill, the Tyranids attacked, leaving a devastating carnage of dead Space Wolves in their wake. The final handful of Space Wolves were trapped in a canyon and faced their final conflict.
Bjorn blasted at the approaching aliens, covering the retreat of the others. The shadow of the hulking Carnifex covered him as Bjorn turned in desperation, unloading the ammo of his assault cannon at the monster. The two sets of mighty claws clamped into the dreadnought and tore it into two with ease.
Ulrik retreated cautiously, keeping his eyes out for the Genestealers that were climbing the canyon seemingly in an attempt to out flank them.
The last of the Wolf Claw Pack turned and ran, only to be struck down from a blast of the Termagants' Bio Pistol. On the brink of death, he still reached for his bolter. As his fingers almost reached his weapon, the weight of the Termagants was pressed upon him and he collapsed as the last drop of life was drained from him.
Logan struck the Termagant aside with his mighty hammer and readying himself for the next approaching Termagant only too aware that his next attack may come from the Gargoyles above.
Although cornered and outnumbered Ragnar had one final hope. His knowledge of the Tyranids served him well as he noticed that the Tyranid Warriors were the only synapsis creatures. Taking them out would greatly help the odds that were stacked up against them.
Ragnar climbed onto a stone slab in hope for one mighty inspiring cry and command, but a chill of the grim reaper ran down his spine before he could speak his final words...