"We push them back or we die here! Do you understand!? Keep firing!" A sergeant ordered his guardsmen screaming over the sound of roaring guns.

Laz fire bursted over the trench line as the guardsmen inside returned fire onto the oncoming heretics, as purple bon fires lit up over the old city scape of Gladius. Each of the soldiers cursed as bullets and violet beams flew over their heads, though some would find its mark as a guardsman often found himself without a head anymore falling backwards as his brothers would harvest the power packs from his belt, before continuing the pointless fight as the waves of cultists soon began to overrun their positions as the sounds of steel machetes clashing against bayonets began to echo as cultists leaped into the trench. Killing the troops by the dozen.

One guardsmen wiped the mud from his eyes. Recognizing there was no winning like this. As he turned back to his sergeant. Not hearing his orders anymore.

"Sir! What do we d-" His voice died in his throat as he his vision finally focused on his sergeant seemingly being embraced in a kiss by a tall beastwoman. His confusion turned to horror. As he realized two bloody machete blades pushing through the struggling sergeant's body. As the goat muzzled woman pulled back. Revealing she had bit out the soldier's tongue. As he gurgled slumping back impaled. As she spit out the muscle to the trench floor. As she turned her helmet blocking her eyes, as a cruel smile broke out across her lips.

"Behold beauty, for its the last thing you'll see."

The Guardsman panicked and opened fired as Morning Eyes shifted the sergeant close, his dying body shielding her from the shots as she sprinted forward to the soldier as he gritted his teeth. With a viscous tear she ripped her blades out bisecting her fleshy shield and with a cleave, struck one of her billhooks into the guardsmen head, splitting his helmet and skull as his eyes rolled up. She quickly ripped out the blade, kicking him over with her back hoof. as the other cultist erupted in cheers, hoisting the bodies up from their kills. As she let out a war bray lifting one of her machetes in the air.