Siege of Tottenwald

silva aeternam

The deep blue, corrupted cermite crumpled under its own weight as the green beam moved quickly to the next plague marine. The shoulder plate inverted with a squishy wet sound as Machina took cover behind a wall, the four other Deep Ones firing their bolters as a handful of the bolts connected with his armor as he moved. Standing, Bolter fired the shoulder mounted grav pistol on two as he aimed it. Small explosions hit one of the plague marines, and the sound of disgusting flesh being ripped apart filled the air. The green laser slammed into his head as he clutched his stomach, and the helmet collapsed under its weight, the head exploding in a red cloud of gore. The techmarine holstered the pistol and charged at the last three. The first one slammed his bolters stock into him, before the mechadendrite wrapped around his throat and tried to pierce the visor. The next one raised his rusted knife and tried to hit him with it, but the axe parried the blow and slammed the flat side into his chest, the plague marine stumbling back with the blow. Machina quickly turned his focus to the third closing in. The lighting on his corrupted power fist ignited as he drew closer. The forge Bolter came to life and fired a volley of rounds at him, Shells exploding across plate and fatty flesh. The impacts with the flesh exploded into the air, a mix of puss and blood.
It laughed as it kept moving towards him. "Your weapons will only spread grandfather's gift..." he wheezed.
"You're a puppet of a dark god and I shall cut the strings that hold you." Machina replied as the mechadendrite tore through the head of the plague marine it was tied up with. With this, he was able to pivot and slam the cog toothed axe into the Champions chest, cermite cracking and flesh giving way as it dug into him. The Deep One grabbed the axe with his free hand and struggled to rip it out as Machina pushed it deeper. He slammed his head into the techmarine, cracking a lease with the horn growth from his head. The mechadendrite quickly found its mark in the cracked open, blotted stomach plate, and quickly thrusted in and out, blood and puss splattering the deep blue plate, ground, and crimson Armor. He ripped the axe out and jumped back. Swiping the axe to the side, blood dripped off of it as the two circled slowly. The champion of Nurgel lunged at him, the power fist crackling. The tech marine barely dogged the blow, before the servo arm moved quickly. It slammed into his head, knocking him back and the helmet cracking in several spots. With the champion stunned he quickly moved the axe, the cogged teeth biting into the rotting flesh and rusting metal of his head. With a gurgle the plague marine fell to his knees.
"Worthless pile of scrap." Machina grunted, ripping the axe out of his head.
The last plague marine continued to try and crawl to the water, currently encased in a canister. But Machina simply walked up to the crawling marine and kicked him to his back.
"You dare deny the gifts, and follow your corpse Emperor-"
The sentence ended abruptly as Machina drove his boot though his skull. His servo arm picked up the canister and brought it up. He scanned it and sighed a sigh of relief.
"That was close, too close...but at least they are safe." he says as the arm folds, still holding the concoction of plagues and diseases.