They crashed through the wall, almost eight feet of metal and man.

Feldspar looked at his fellow guard, and blocked one of the traitors bayonet strikes. He saw the armoured figures continue their charge. A squad of traitors tried to run, but the armoured figures were upon them. They didn't even pause to strike with their fists, or the one sword. They just trampled the fleeing men. Feldspar yelled triumphant, his own combat blade slicing the throat of one of the traitors. The Figures crashed through another wall. Feldspar and the other veterans with him, renewed by this awesome sight, followed through the new door. The armoured figures were engaged with a more powerful foe now. Traitor Marines, almost the same size as the loyal titans, but not as broad, were engaged in a swirling melee. The loyalists were laying about, with each sweep of their fists they slaughtered handfuls of the traitors. Feldspar noticed the new enemy first. Ogryns. Massive, even on par with the titans who now fought, they would be fearsome opponents for even those, not to mention his own tattered squads. The Ogryns began to charge towards the melee, the massive figures still unawares. Feldspar looked to Mani, his Lieutenant, and both nodded. "For the Emperor!" Feldspar yelled, his bolt pistol singing retribution, as the bolts thudded into the flesh of these massive ogres. The shotguns of Guttrich's squad lent their howl to the air, Mani's las pistol seeming a baby compared to these other weapons. The Ogryns turned towards them, as the rounds thudded into them. They didn't seem to notice the effect, but they did notice Feldspar's men. With huge roars the massive beasts charged the soldiers. To their credit not one of the Shadow Corps fled. They had a determination on their faces. They knew today they weren't going to live through this one. The massive beasts were almost upon them, when a shadow fell over the unit, and several other huge figures, not as large as the titans, appeared.. They crashed into the Ogryns. The armour varied from almost black, to green and gold. Hammers, swords and axes the size of any one of the guard crashed into the ogres. The battle was furious, but brief, and very one sided. By the time this had finished, the Terminators, the titans, had finished with their fight. The new arrivals looked slightly worse for wear, but none seemed to have serious injury. "Their advance is blunted. We will continue on to the front lines." This was from a Terminator to a figure in black armour, with a yellow cloak about his shoulders. His face was bare, with blond hair, and a brilliant white sword. He nodded, and the Terminators took off at a lumbering run. Then the figure turned to Feldspar. His bearing was so regal, Feldspar had the immediate urge to kneel, but fought it down. "Captain Feldspar?" "Yes, lord commander?" The figure smiled at this comment. "My rank is Battle-Captain, Feldspar. But you may call me Andrius." "Thank you for your timing Captain Andrius." The figure smiled again. "My pleasure, Captain. We were just finishing up some traitors nearby when Lieutenant Darus, the Terminator commander, informed us you had waylaid some Ogryns on their way to his squad. he was impressed. And so was I."