<strong>Name:</strong>Brother Ruhr<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Sternguard<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>all<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the hatch opened and the sights, sounds and smells of battle filled his senses. Both his hearts began to speed up in preparation for the battle to come. As Captain Vogus gave the order to disembark into a combat drop. Ruhr activated his external vox to full.<strong>"FOR THE EMPEROR!"</strong>He yelled launching himself out into the air. As he landed on one knee causing a small crater from the impact. As he stood he brought his combi-bolter up to his shoulder in one fluid motion. He strode forwards to the firing line, the inbuilt targeter in his helmet washing the landscape with red contact icons.<br/>With practised precision he loosed bolt after bolt single-shot into the greenskins. Each bolt detonating within skulls or torsos with satisfying results. One particularly resilient Ork made it to the firing line, one arm ending with a bloody stub where one of his Bolts had removed the limb at the elbow.<strong> "Chip U GUD 'Umie!</strong>It screamed in extremely basic gothic as it swung a cleaver that wouldn't look out of place on a Dreadnought at his head. Ruhr swayed back from the blow causing it to miss him by a hairs breath. Ruhr lowered his aim and put a bolt in the Orks knee, severing the limb and causing the Ork to fall to the ground with a cry of rage and pain. He put one final bolt into the things head and resumed his firing line.