The Flood that follows the Storm.
As they prepared for the onslaught to come, they remembered the stories of old.
Ancients and skalds had told told to them the sagas of a glorious time. A time when men and women like them fought alongside legions of just and wrathful angels, demigods of war. An era of legends, when the Holy and Mighty God-Emperor unleashed the a Great Crusade throughout the stars and, together with His Divine Primarch sons, conquered the Galaxy for all mankind.
That era was long gone, but the tales from those times, those that have not been forgotten and never to be relearned, still filled the heart of men with valor and hope, faith and dreams, and even when Darkness threatened to consume all, they clinged to those ideals and fought.
And now more than ever, with the Green Tide of death and destruction threatening their lands, they mighty Huskarls readied to claim honor and glory, like the Auxilia of old, by defending their realm in the name of God-Emperor and with His Divine Wrath.
Side by side the Huskarls stood, faith placed on their brothers and comrades, emboldened even more by the Avenging Angels that lead the charge.
For they knew that they were mere mortals, weak and brittle compared to their Mighty Guardians. But even as mere humans, they hearts always held strong, as they knew that even the smallest of men were needed to stop His enemies on their tracks.
So as the disgusting Xenos started to board their ship, they held their line firm. Weapons in hand, they never flinched, never thought about giving ground, for it was their duty to live and die for their home, for the chapter, and for the Holy Master of Mankind.
When the battlecry came from the fearless Space Marines, the Huskarls answered with their own. They knew they weren't the Storm, they weren't the lighting bolt that could obliterate all enemies on sight. But they were the raindrops that felt from the stormy sky. Separated, never enough, but together, they were the flood that could wash away all taint from the land.
"We are the Avenging Storm!" Screamed the mighty Astartes, charging against the foul beasts. "We are the Cleansing Flood!" Answered the humble Huskarls, with enough numbers and as to drown the sounds battle with their shout, knowing that together they could kill them all.
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A little omake based on the valiant efforts of our huskarls last turn, hope you all enjoy