Called upon an Inquisitor for a surgical strike upon a criminal organization known as the Serrated Query. In the shame of the prior mission, I opted for leading this mission. Granting the asset of a Drop pod and determining the layout of the installation, I did not care fully for the needs of the inquisitor, at great risk I determined the best assault was straight down the throat of one of the buildings to achieve quick access for high ground. I only cared for the slaughter of lesser men, whom bear no fruit for the Emperor and the Imperium of Man.
Our landing met the fools unprepared for the wrath of our bolters, tearing those moments after our landing as they tore to shreds. Our apothecary tending to the usage of his Missile Launcher, I launched with Sister Ruby to the roof as the Wolf Witch and Ultramarine continued ground level.
The battle outside was beset by glorious beauty, they were well armed, but they lack the discipline for war. I took flight to the sky, impacting with the stench of fear-ridden strength as the engine block of an APC gave out to my feet. With me, was the Battle Sister, as we tore through the bodies of men with sword and fire. Their blood fueling my unstoppable aggression upon them. As armored Senitels closed, I quickly drew my stalker-pattern bolter, with precision the first pilot was eliminated, As soon as it stopped, Sister Ruby was in peril as the other senitel overcame her, I ran to her aid, jumping onto the frame of the walker, grinding the maw of my blade, grinding its teeth in flesh, bone, and steel.

By the end, many foes were slain. It was the day of reckoning for the foes of the blood stained Astartes.