“LET NONE STAND IN OUR WAY. I AM BEOWULF AND THIS I COMMAND!!!”
Off to the side, two Marines stood and watched. The older of the two fingered the small imperial cross buried among the talismans on his chest. “Impetuous fool…”
The other snorted. “We all were at one time, Magnus. He is young and has the favor of Crom…”
Commander Bruno stalked the main Conference Room of the Dragon’s Fire awaiting the arrival of his Master. The headstrong captain seethed at the delay in deployment to False Hope… knowing his nemesis Krogg would be there wreaking havoc on Loyalist forces…. Forces he knew to be un-experienced at best against the Xeno Warlord.