Sergeant Olin looked out across the forested battlefield. His trained eyes scanned the area, searching for the slightest bit of movement. The air was still. His squad of men were eager for battle; they gripped their crossbolters tightly.
He heard the noise before he saw the beasts. A primal bellow echoed through the air. He signaled ahead, and his men locked their weapons onto the direction of the unearthly roar. And then the monsters burst forth.
Chaos warped elephants, their tusks reared, charged out of the enclave of vegetation. There were at least three of them, with a countless number of tainted macaques in tow. Blazing hot bolts issued forth from the Olin's squad's guns. They tore into what was left of the flesh of the savage creatures. One of Olin's well aimed shots entered the empty eye socket of the head elephant's face, smashing through the chaos-warped brain of the beast. It yelled in fury as it tumbled down, smashing some rhesus macaques in an explosion of gore. As the bulk of the monkeys arrived closer to the troop, they stashed their crossbolters, and pulled out their chainhammers.
"Aye, ye owe us all a beer after this un', Sarge!" a recruit shouted as his weapon tore through the skull of one of the horrid imps. Olin could barely hear his own thoughts over the whirring of chainweapons around him. It was like a beautiful symphony of gears and gore as their weapons cut into the worthless beings around them. But then something else penetrated his enhanced hearing; something he'd only heard once before.
Olin Cloistercosmos, Sergeant cancels Hold line: Interrupted by Chaos Giant Eagle.