The forest was silent it's natural inhabitants knowing better than to reveal their location to the Orks moving between the trees. The Orks crashed thru the underbrush their target drawing closer. Breaking from the treeline into the clearing a cry of Waaaaaagh erupted as the Orks charged the thin line of men in red coats.
from across the clearing a their call was answered in kind "Praetorian 23rd! First rank, Fire! Secound Rank, Fire!
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