Aesgeir's Honor II: Death or Glory

The heavy weight of the blanket of darkness on the eyes, the sting of the cold winds against the faces, the constant rumbling of machines in the distant hills all feel the same as that fateful night Mephiston assaulted the Space Wolf outpost. Now Aesgeir stood alone facing the very outpost that his wolf brothers have failed to protect. Though he could not see the outpost, his acute senses could pick out the metallic smell of the outpost and the acursed stench of the Blood Angels.

Where his wolf brothers had fallen, he had survived.
Where honor was lost, he had one last chance to regain that honor.

Sigvaldi, Wolf Lord of the Thunderwolves, pack father to the deceased Harkon and Kjartan packs stood at a distance from Aesgeir. The Space Wolves prize honor above everything, even their lives, even against impposible odds such as the Lord of Death. He understood the gravity of the task Aesgeir shouldered. He was here for the very same reason to regain the honor of his pack sons. The rumbling sound of the engines crescendoed to a loud roar that resonated the very ground he stood on. The Blood Angels are moving towards them, in all likelihood having detected them from their thermal scanners. Let it be, the Space Wolves are here for vengeance and honor and they will face the Blood Angels in open battle.

Sensing the heavier breathing of his rider, Sigvaldi, that signaled the pack father's rising bloodlust, Inegeld a ferocious black thunderwolf that towers even the largest thunderwolf in the pack moved to stand beside him. The sudden movement behind Asegeir caused him to turn quickly only to find Sigvaldi staring at him. How could this huge behemoth stand so close behind him without him knowing, and how long has he been there? Sigvaldi did not answer Aesgeir's doubts, and only jumped onto Inegeld's back with practiced ease and skill. With an approving nod at Aesgeir, Sigvaldi and Inegeld howled into the night which was picked up by all the Space Wolves. Even Aesgeir could not resist howling one last howl for his pack and their honor.

The Blood Angels were taken aback by the menace of the howls and stopped in their advance. Leaving them not a moment to recover, the Space Wolves seized the initiative and charged into position. Five Razorbacks rumbled over the crest of the hill that Aesgeir had previous stood and fired their lascannons at Mephiston who had supernatually flew ahead of the army. Only one found its target under the darkness and amidst the terrain.

Soon however, all eyes were on a lone figure who ran towards Mephiston. Aesgeir switched on his chainfist to a cresendo rattling and charged up his stormshield, and shouted at Mephiston for vengeance. Mephiston only smirked and flew towards him. Everything else seem to fade into oblivion as Mephiston struck the first blow, and the next barrage of hacks and slashes. Russ was with Aesgeir that day as he deflected blow after blow of Mephiston's force weapon with his stormshield. Seizing an over balanced swipe by Mephiston, Aesgeir drove his chainfist into Mephiston's chest visciously. Blood exploded from the contact as Mephsiton roared in pain. Then he was silent and not moving. Believing that honor has been reclaimed, Aesgeir looked back at Sigvaldi only to see his wide-eyed stare. By reflex, Aesgeir spun around and held up his stormshield only to see Mephiston with his chainfist embedded widening his grin with blood flowing from the sides of the lips. Aesgeir did not see the swing from the side that cleaved his head from his body.

"So passes Aesgeir the brave," Sigvaldi lamented as Inegeld growled in feral fury. Enraged by the death of the lone wolf, Sigvaldi ordered the razorbacks to fire their lascannons in unison at the monstrous being. This time all of them hit the target but even as Mephsiton fell on his knee, it appeared that he was impervious to any arsenal the Space Wolves could bear upon him. It was then that Hrotgar the Runepriest emerged from a Rhino hatch and with a quick incantation and intricate gesturing that ended in Mephiston's direction. Thunder loomed and dark clouds manifested out of nowhere suddenly. Two lightnings forked down the dark clouds with righteous fury and descended upon Mephiston, one in particular went straight for the chainfist and illuminated it upon contact. The build up of energy in the chainfist caused it to overload and exploded, tearing Mephsiton apart with a loud thunderclap. As sudden as the clouds appeared, they dissipated. And what remained of Mephiston was his charred armour parts scattered in all directions and a small crater that was to be known as Aesgeir's Honor.

Sigvaldi killed 12 Death Company Marines that day, fulfilling his oath of Warrior Reborn by killing at least ten of the acursed blood frenzied Marines. More importantly, honor has been regained for the wolf brothers and Aesgeir. Sigvaldi and Inegeld raised their blood faces to skies and howled in victory. Blood-drenched Space Wolves took up the howl as they stood over the bodies of all the Blood Angels.

Honor has been reclaimed by the Space Wolves.

Please refer to the battlereport for this fluff. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did as I wrote it.