Incoming fire whined down onto the Space Marines from further along the street; bullets and energy pulses from small arms, little to worry the Terminators. The cracked rockcrete of the road splintered and sparked from impacts as Sapphon ordered the tank and two squads to advance another fifty metres.
Something dark blurring against the clouds beyond the smoke caught Sapphon’s eye.
‘Incoming mortars and artillery. Continue the attack.'

Master of Sanctity