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The Litany

The wind was chill against the flesh of his face as he smelled the myriad scents of this world. Brother Sergeant Arcturus stood motionless, encased in his new Mk.VII ‘Aquila’ pattern armour, cradling his old ‘Corvus’ pattern helmet as he stared towards where he knew the enemy was waiting. The overnight fog had given way to a thick ground mist and gently falling snow, curtailing his vision drastically, but he knew they were out there. Heretic scum of the worst kind, Marines of the Traitor Legions, debased pawns of the Chaos Gods. He could almost smell the corruption crawling through the air and almost subconciously started to run through the Litany of Purity.
“Lord Emperor, grant me the strength to repel the overtures of corruption and grant me the courage to destroy the enemies of Mankind wherever they be found. Lord Emperor, I beseech thee to gift me the power to smite thine enemies in the light of your radiance!”. He turned abruptly, and walked back towards the hulking Rhino APC and his waiting squad…

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