World after world they would go, silent and ever stoically marching towards the battlefield and the certain death that it promises. But of course they didn't fear death for it was in their name, the Death Korps of Krieg welcomed death into their lives, waiting for their time to come, to pay for their ancestor's sins of treason against the Emperor all those years ago.

It was a never ending cycle for them in truth; they've been dying in HIS name forgoing their humanity becoming as soullessly stoic as the Necrons if rivaling them in being unreadable and unfeeling. Their emotions stolen for the most part, unless something major can trigger them, they were still human.

These men and women would never be hailed as heroes or seen as saviors for destroying the monsters, because they didn't vive for heroics they did what needed to be done no matter if it costs them their lives or the lives of others. But sometimes you don't need a hero; sometimes the hero is a monster.

The city was dead, everything about it was dead. Buildings lie in ruins with the road fairing no better, littered with the corpses of vehicles and the ever abundant corpses of the previous inhabitants of the city with the reasons of their deaths lying next to them. A damned mixture of Chaos Cultists, Tau, and Imperial Guard. Snow covered up most the corpses, giving them a blanket of cold to keep them persevered.

A Watchmaster of the Death Korps of Krieg led his detachment of Krieg soldiers with him, or at least what was left of them through the dead city. His Grenadiers numbered in the twenties, regulars around the thirties, and three Engineers. The cold barely even affected the men if anything they made the area colder.

The Watchmaster was eying his surrounding with a healthy amount of distrust, xenos and the cultists were always tricky. Nothing seemed to move excluding them and even then their motions were stiff and uniformed, they belonged here.

Everything was silent excluding their shallow breathing, until a noise caught his attention, then the exploding of a guardsman's head alerted him what he expected, "Sniper fire, get to cover!"

The guardsmen acted swiftly to the command, their comrade's body hadn't even hit the ground and they were already searching for the sniper. Another round discloses the sniper's nest; "You!" he pointed for a Grenadier with a Long-Las rifle across his back over a small cape adorning his regular gear, "Find that sniper and kill him."

With a nod the Grenadier serpentines between vehicles with his head down, taking the opportunity to watch the building the gunfire came from. With another round fired he found his target, third story fifteenth window.

Belly on the ground army crawling he made it back to his Watchmaster, "Sir, the enemy is on the third floor; I'm out of range though. Requesting permission to advance and eliminate target."

"Request granted, do not return until he his dead. Or you will be shot." Even with the fatalistic elite views the Death Korps of Krieg is born with they still felt the need to remind their soldiers that failure would not be met with open arms but instead a lonely barrel pointed between the eyes that evicts ones brains when fired.

The guardsman heeds the Watchmaster's orders and serpentines though the street taking cover within the spaces of the ruined vehicles and the safety his squad provides when they start firing at the sniper's position as per the Watchmaster's order.

Silently he crept through the building he checks the corners with scrutiny, Monoknife and bolt pistol in hand, the eerie silence would've sent chills down any lesser man's spine but it did nothing to soldier, he might as well be the crisp air itself.

Whoever the sniper was, heretic or xeno, were smart ones indeed; mines cleverly hidden with the rubbish were found and marked out for the others in case he failed, he had no time to disarm them himself. Broken glass cleverly was lain out to alert he sniper, but the Kriegsman was also clever. He picked up a stray piece of curtain and as slowly humanly possible shuffled, pushing the glass aside causing tiny crunches to ring out every so often, audible to no one without ultra-sensitive hearing.

The second floor however had life in it; several figures with metallic armor scurried about with rifles in hand took position along the windows, they were Tau Fire Warriors, their fire being held. They were waiting for something, an order perhaps giving them license to shoot the Imperial Guardsmen.

Wasting no time the Krieg Sniper went up behind the closest warrior with his back towards the living shadow, in a swift motion the xeno found himself staring at a terrifying skull mask before his lights dimmed from a broken neck. Nobody was none the wiser believing the sound to originate from one of their brothers stepping on ice a mistake they would surely be regretting very soon.

The next unlucky xeno fell against a sandbag with his neck broken his friend next to him barely had time to react when the Monoknife went through his neck and sever his connection to his spine.

Kicking the knee out from another and breaking his neck in secession the Krieg Sniper slashed another across the throat, this time crimson blood came out signaling it was a human traitor who fell in line with the Tau's 'Greater Good' bullshit. He promptly fell to his knees unable to properly grasp his neck, the remaining Tau met their fates just as he laid his eyes on his killer calmly walking from the scene entering the stair well door to the third floor.

On the last floor the Kriegsman sniper made sure to take extra precaution, the Tau where known to use sniper drones to attack their enemies, however do Warp disturbances caused by the dammed traitors it was not uncommon to find your electrical equipment malfunctioning but that didn't promise that he'd be that lucky.

Emperor be praised one drone was operational, if the other two broken ones didn't provide enough evidence, then the excessive armor welded on it would confirm his suspicions. Priming a frag grenade he went into position, as soon as he would throw the grenade his presence would be compromised, the controller of the drone must've been wearing one of their damned stealth suits because he could not spot him.

He tossed the explosive with the pistol in hand ready to kill the bastard; the xeno would have to show himself after this. With the grenade in the air the Krieg Sniper waited for a sign of a cloaked enemy; shivers in the air, startled breathing, and the stumbling of feet.

With the explosion the Kriegsman vaulted over his cover with his pistol in hand ready to shoot the bastard. But he was nowhere to be found; he exposed himself like a fool. A hard punch to the gut was his reward for his mistake, the xeno was better than he thought.

Before the Krieger could retaliate his rifle sling tightened around his neck in an attempt to strangle him. A foolish mistake for the xeno because the Krieg guardsmen were well versed in close quarter combat unlike the Tau; using his weight and strength the soldier backpedalled right into a wall getting an audible grunt from the xeno, surprising the alien with the move he vaulted the invisible alien over his shoulder using the sling.

During the throw down the armor's cloaking technology deactivated, showing the xeno to the Krieg Sniper. Straddling the alien he pushed the rifle down with an iron like strength against its throat.

The xeno feverishly tried throwing its attacker off but he wouldn't budge, with his lights dimming the Tau warrior grasped a rock and smashed it against the plasteel helmet knocking the Guardsman away.

The blow didn't exactly do much damage other than distracting the Kriegsman long enough for the alien to crawl away hastily. With disciplined mental conditioning he blocked out the pain and descended upon the alien as it tried cloaking itself. He snapped his sharpened trench spike (it's a one handed two handed collapsible shovel) and lunged at the creature.

Desperately the alien sniper put his left forearm up to block the strike, only for the shovel to break his arm. The Sniper spared no mercy upon the alien as he counted striking the xeno with the shovel like it was a hatchet, he didn't stop, not even when the creature died, not when its blood started spraying him, not even when his eye pieces went blind do to the blue-purple blood covering them.

He stopped when he ran out of breathe and his lungs started to burn with oxygen lust. The scene wasn't pretty, the poor pathetic xeno had its chest practically hacked to pieces by a frustrated Krieg Sniper. Taking care to remove a handkerchief from his front coat pocket he wiped the blood away and promptly tossed it on the corpse's metal face, but not as a sign of respect to a fallen foe that put up a fight, instead that's just where the cloth landed.

The Sniper wasted no time getting back to his Watchmaster, the man in question was currently leading the remainder of the force towards the building, "Well done." That was all the Watchmaster said as he passed the Sniper by, getting a complement from a Kriegan however meant a big deal in their society.

Silently the Sniper caught up and followed the Watchmaster closely, "Mission report." He demanded monotonously, as if expecting that the Sniper was close behind.

"Eight Tau xeno filth confirmed dead, one a human traitor. Minor resistance was encountered, traps have not been neutralized but they have been marked." The Sniper replied not missing a beat.

"Scout up ahead and report back your findings. If you do not return to that downed Vulture within half an hour you are considered dead and we will press onwards."

"Understood sir!" The Sniper said with a crisp salute before breaking off in a jog. He didn't even look behind him to see if the Watchmaster was giving the rest of the group the orders yet.

The wind began to pick up and whispered loudly in the Sniper's ears as, opting to crouch-jog so he can move with lesser resistance from the wind. He pulled a hood attached to his coat over his helmet, pinned in place by the plasteel lip of the helm. Up ahead he could faintly see a fire in a ruined building, once again choosing stealth he unsheathed his Monoknife and crept through a broken down wall.

Blood frozen over decorated the walls, gory remains of all factions on the planet lie on the ground with their last facial features frozen until the end of the winter, their weapons were frozen and useless for the time being but keeping an eye on them to make sure they didn't spontaneously get up didn't hurt.

Faint noises could be heard, too faint for him to decipher; but as he drew closer the noises turned into chanting that brought minor pain to his ears. Chaos Cultists were currently performing a ceremony.

The Watchmaster told him to scout ahead and report back his findings, but the sniper knew that he needed to gather more information before he could return and prepare for an ambush. With practiced ease he crept around their little dining hall decorated in corpses strewn about, xeno and human alike. The leader of these cultists was currently in a trance like state chanting in their foul tongue, a nauseating feeling started to creep up on the Sniper. He mentally groaned knowing that whatever it was it had to do with the Warp and more than likely Daemons, or more commonly referred to in the guard as, 'Overpowered evil bullshit'.

Taking a small amount of time to observe his horrifying surroundings he saw something that made him want to smile, the Cultists had Promethean fuel tanks lined up around the hall, probably to try and find a generator they could use to warm the place up better, or they were just lazy with placing volatile fuel in storage. Cultists were pretty stupid at times.

However he wasen't given a chance to plan as a hand roughly grabbed his shoulder and tossed him into the center of the room, "Look at wot I found, sneakin' 'bout like a mouse!" A Cultist with the ugliest frakking teeth the Sniper has ever seen declare with a singsong attitude, cracking his knuckles with a sick grin.

The other Cultists began laughing and reading their melee weapons circling the Kriegsman, who was calmly standing back up.

"Hows about we's toy's with 'im?" One asked readying a jagged rusty saber.

"Hehe, 'eah let's gut him gutt boys!" Another cackled lunging with an axe with a wooden handle poorly crafted.

The Krieg Sniper didn't react at first until the blade was closing in; he ducted the axe swing and punched the cultist in the Adam's Apple. His head snapped back and he fell back twitching as he choked, the axe was in the air for a second until finding it's place in the Krieg soldier's right hand.

The cultists stopped with their taunts, eyes glued on the scene that just played out. A cultist sneered, "You bloody git!" He roared charging with his saber in an overhead motion.

Anticipating the cultist's foolish charge the Kriegsman sweeps his legs with the axe handle and buried the blade in his back getting a loud gurgling in reply from the cultist. He narrowly dodged a swords slash from another filthy heretic.

A knee was driven beneath the cultists armor into his guts, as he bent over the Korpsman threw him across his shoulders fireman style and spun twice before pushing upwards and sending the heretic into two of his comrades.

Two more heretics charged from opposite sides of the room, the Krieg Sniper tried pulling the axe out of one of his previous kills but was unable to do so; with the other two rushing he broke the handle off three inches before the axe head. A machete swing was parried and the blunt body of the wooden cracked against the heretics jaw effectively breaking it, the heretic to the Kriegsman's back stabbed his sword forward but instead of hitting the Krieger he stabbed his friend and found the splintered handle being rammed through his gut.

The duo fell to the ground with stupefied looks before slumping backwards sliding off slightly. Five heretics remained four fighters and the priest still conducting his chanting.

Trying to find a weakness in the Korpsman was impossible, they barely even touched him, "What are you?!" A cultist hissed revving a chainsword that still bore Imperium insignias.

No answer came from the Sniper as his small cape billowed to the small burst of wind that snuck into the building, in raged the heretic charges screaming an awful war cry slashing at the soldier fruitlessly as he dodged every slash.

The Kriegsman unsheathed his Monoknife in a flash and went underneath a swing and slashed across the heretics belly, he grabbed the hand guard of the sword and wrestled it from his grip while driving the Monoknife through his neck.

Before the heretic died the Kriegsman leaned in closely, "I am Death's Judgment." He dropped the heretic as the light fled from his dark eyes and the last three raised their weapons in defiance of the cold fear they felt running down their spines.

With his Monoknife in hand and his newly acquired chainsword the Sniper crossed them over his chest muttering a silent prayer to himself.

"For the glory of Chaos!" The one in the middle cried charging forward with the two behind him following.

In a swift motion the Kriegsman threw the Monoknife at the one in the middle embedding right in between his eyes. The other two charged past not caring for their fallen comrade; in one swing the Sniper swept the heretic to the right of him legs with the back end of the chainsword sending him to the ground; bring the Adamantium teeth around to slash the other in half, bringing the sword to the downed one's guts letting the teeth eat away his inside's for a few measly seconds. With the calmness of a walk in the park he plucked his knife out from the one heretic that lead the charge from before, his eyes crossed looking at the knife with a dumbfounded look.

A simple scouting mission had just turned into a bloodbath, and the Warp Gate was now open, a tear through time in space that held so many unknown possibilities to the user unless they had a specific wish to command its raw power.

"You," He pointed at the priest that now had his attention, "you're next."

"Have at me then Imperial slave dog; your efforts are in vain." His eyes started to glow and lightening flashed from his fingertips, firing an erratic arc at the Kriegsman only for him to hit the dead kneeling heretic.

The Sniper had both hands on his swords grip as he bobbed and weaved like he was trained to do, in his line of work you had to think faster than the enemy could squeeze the trigger or in this case fire lightning bolts. A stray line of lightning from a bolt zapped him sending a sporadic pain through his body, but that didn't stop the Kriegsman from charging as he ground his teeth to the pain and lunged.

The heretic's eyes widen for a moment as the roaring teeth ripped a trench across his abdomen, he looked down and saw the Krieger in a kneeling position with an audible pant. The Krieger rose as the cultist fell, "You *cough* worthless dog…" He spat out his blood, every breath seemingly pushed his insides further out, "This means nothing… a Daemon shall walk through that portal into this very room and eat your soul!"

"What room?" The Krieger asked.

"What do you-" That's when he saw the stick grenade's pin fall in front of his eyes, and saw in his horror as the guardsman lazily toss the grenade back to the fuel tanks.

"For the Emperor." He stated closing his eyes as the tanks explode and the world goes dark for him.