The battle-brothers of Daecor’s squad swung out from the cover of the arched entryway and sprinted forward. They slid back into the cover of a dozen metal crates just as a great hail of stubber-fire came their way. “Heavy-stubbers!” Daecor reported as shells whined past him on either side. More shells smacked into the face of the crate he was crouched behind. “Keep to cover,” he barked at his squad. “Suppressing fire front and centre. Brother Cassaves, you and I will flank them. Do not move until their attention is locked on the others.”
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He saw Daecor and Cassaves moving around, following the line of the walls left and right while the other members of the squad kept the orks busy, but the torrent of shells the orks were pouring out presented a real problem.

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