They had gained an intersection forming the shape of a ‘Y’ before stopping, judging it a good place to fight. The corridor broadened slightly where the corridors met. Lockers for equipment that had rusted to nothing were set into its wall, but the intersection was cramped with enough room only for two Space Marines to fire down each of the corridors. Twin lines of red dots were converging on their position. ‘We cannot destroy them all, brother-sergeant,’ said Alanius. ‘We cannot escape them,’ said Voldo. ‘We make our stand here.’ ‘While we fight, the main body of xenos is free to attack our brothers!’ said Azmael. Emotion was thick in his voice. ‘What choice do we have?’ said Voldo calmly. ‘We will do what we were born to do, fight the Emperor’s enemies. He will know whether we are to be successful or not already, and those of us who fall have already been judged.’ ‘Brother-sergeant!’ shouted Eskerio. ‘They are coming.’ ‘And now from three directions,’ said Voldo.
