into the fires of battle

sparks and flames illuminate the dark sky, a constant fire fight carries on in the distance and bullets roar past, you can hear tribal and horrifying screeches but are too occupies to help your brotheren just yet, you have more important matters to attend do for now. You pull off rubble from a nearby ruined house heating the screams and whispers of the family inside, once you pull off a rather large rock you look down at the family, a mother, a father, and a young boy, he looks like how you imagine yourself would have looked at that age, innocent..

a-are you an angel of the emperor.?

Asks the father being the bravest of them, you nod, your helmet still firm on your head and reach out your hand, the father takes yours and brings the family with him, bolt-gun fire flows past and explosions shake the ground, you are unsure if you can guarantee this families safety but you persist nonetheless. Still the screeching of cultists and the sounds of gushing blood, armour clanking and crashing still persist, sparks fly from every metal surface, fire surrounds almost everything