Fraja Thundermane cleaved through the neck of a charging orruk. The creature dropped dead at the Questor’s feet, blood splattering over her rune-painted face. A gurgling shout echoed as another orruk collapsed like a stone, throat torn out by the saurian warrior beside her. For now, the flood of greenskins pouring through the strongpoint’s gates had abated. It allowed the Astral Templar to catch her breath and glance at her companion.
The Seraphon had arrived just ahead of the orruks. Most were stationed in concentric rings around the nexus syphon, but this one - Nar-Hok, she thought a passing skink had said - had defended the gate at her side. The orruks had eagerly funneled through to take a crack al the pair of warriors, their numerical advantage removed in the narrow confines. The duo only had to kill until the greenskins' advance broke.
'Twelve.' Fraja said suddenly. Nar-Hok twitched. That was something. Any attempt to communicate with the saurus so far had failed. She had tried stirring his blood with bellowed oaths, loudly deriding their foes, even chanting scripture like some Hallowed Knight. The only reaction had been a brief glance that seemed to imply the creature would really rather she were quiet. Fraja chuckled then shrugged. 'Killed twelve.' Nar-Hok stared for some time. Then he gestured to the corpses, tail beating the ground - one thud, then four. Despite herself, Fraja let out a delighted laugh before hefting her blade as bellicose roars echoed beyond the gates.
'We go again, star brother.'