Proctor Dread, personal report
My lord Marshal
We've moved against the heart of the chaotic corruption in Helwar's Graveyard, a blasphemous temple in a mine near Ashwatch
We surprised the heretics out of their transports and wasted no time in pouncing on them
We came out o the horizon guns blazing
Our melta cannons made short work of the first rank, amongst them a criminal smuggler
Brainleaf zombies soon rushed to the din of battle, thankfully far from the action
Regretfully the guild transport lost a wheel and the crew was thrown out, they where shaken but otherwise unhurt
Anderson smashed her runner into the enemy car but they swerved aside
More zombies were shuffling in
Subjugator Abel was first into the enemy conveyor
Engaging their driver, that let go of the wheel, crashing the vehicle into a pipe
From my own runner I dispatched the foe with my trusty shotgun
Finally the creeps couldn't stomach it and they tailed
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