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Lord August Eisenfaust
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Dreams of 𝓦𝓪𝓻
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ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃʳʸ ʷᵉᵃᵏⁿᵉˢˢ
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Lord August Eisenfaust retweeté
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Blowing confetti.
Literally everywhere.
𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝘢𝘴@DivinaBelli
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-hindering the ork machine: no missile launcher positions in sight, no one to relay him the entire layout of the defensive line. Just him and the vox device, checking in on it between scanning his post.
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was held for the time being, tucking himself in the corner to protect the command post all by his lonesome, frantically eyeing both exits with the small windows overlooking the battlefield.
Only the closing in howling of the machinery stopped him from his initial plan of-
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"PRESENCE CONFIRMED!!! 15 kilometers away and approaching!"
It rang from the top of his lungs as the line was still getting fed the constant stream of greenskins, some even showing as tiny green dots next to the walking machine.
"Severe right leg, ankle region structure-
ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴɴᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛʜʏɴɴ@TheIronRoseHeir
hungry. “𝐂𝐇𝐙𝐙𝐙𝐙𝐊— 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐲. 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” From beyond the walls of the command bunker, the distant screams of engines began to crest over the horizon.
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-falling down in their surprise attack. The time was slowly ticking out with the trenches getting breached.
Assessing the alive personnel, the former lord rummaged through the captain's gear for ammunition, popped a new mag in and went looking for the vox box frantically.
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-what was left of the commanding staff with quick reactions and heavy deafening blasts recoiling even harder in the shooting hand. The lack of practice was wearing the hand out with powerful, wrist-twisting jerks.
The backing off ended in hitting a wall and lifeless green-
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By the time the splat hit the face, August was already in the coat of his officer and his shiny bolt pistol to pluck right out of the dead man's belt, having whipped it under the armpit.
Rapid rabid tapping at the trigger, raining fire supreme onto the damned bastard with the-
ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴɴᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛʜʏɴɴ@TheIronRoseHeir
limp body crashing into the nobleman.
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// - How much scattershot do you want?
- Yes.
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ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴɴᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛʜʏɴɴ@TheIronRoseHeir
#𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 ✎ — Found Vivi’s rifle.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠThe time will tell what her mind will make of him. And his war-chiseled mind.
ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴɴᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛʜʏɴɴ@TheIronRoseHeir
ᅠ Keep up his impudence and she’ll do it the old way: Punching it into him.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠBravado has nothing to do with efficient war.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠHer bestowing a medal is a sight to look forward do. Do not prick it too hard.
ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴɴᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛʜʏɴɴ@TheIronRoseHeir
ᅠ A millennia of feuding isn’t so easily washed away. Not for all the horrors of the galaxy. Though she’d welcome him to try; bravado has a way of incurring natural selection. ᅠ
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠAs long as his efforts do not grow big enough to overshadow hers.
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ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴɴᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛʜʏɴɴ@TheIronRoseHeir
ᅠ He might do well to regain his honour. . . Perhaps he might impress her, allowing himself to be reforged in the crucible of battle. ᅠ
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠAnd she will reap the fruits of it, more or less.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠBest not be earning a name and fame among her people.
ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴɴᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛʜʏɴɴ@TheIronRoseHeir
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ He made his choice. . . ᅠ
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-fall! Eight hits. Simultaneously. Timed. It'll melt. It'll fall!"
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-breath the 'lordling' broke into a command post after a three minute kilometer run through the trenches.
"These bastards don't know how to build these things. The right leg is a mess of damaged plasteel sheets. Space above the right ankle. Thin enough to make that shitbox-hooo-
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One kicking the lid off later, he saw the new banners.
As long as the greenskins did not care for the colors, nether did he.
August just slapped the former shirt under the bed, all rolled up, tucked in, hidden beneath. A personal locker. First he changed straight into the new-
ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴɴᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛʜʏɴɴ@TheIronRoseHeir
Yet words hasn’t stopped the tide from crashing in relentlessly all the same.
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