[The battle was far from over-but the 203rd's Dantius had popped the leading tanks, blocking the further advance of the Tau's armor. As they broke up and scattered to avoid the artillery strikes, some of the Tau vehicles rammed each other, bumping onto one another and sheering off anti-infantry guns and markerlights from their bumpers. Others tried to turn to blast the hole wider, but they only served to further snarl the growing traffic jam as the forces to the rear kept pressing forward into the still open gap. If Mira didn't have enough weapons to exploit this as she might hope, then at least the Tau were failing to get their attack rolling again as they reeled from the damage.
Up on their position, the sisters were having no easy time of it, going to the flamers as the Kroot urged their degenerate beasts forward and shapers lead the charge into their ranks. A few Sisters Repentia broke from the ranks and charged forward, tearing a choice few to shreds before they were themselves ripped apart, their huge weapons and lack of armor leaving them little chance to respond to attacks that they might have easily dodged in battle armor or parried with a lighter and shorter blade. They bought precious time however. Nelia helped wrestle a heavy flamer into position to roast a pack of Kroot hounds, then turned it on the leader who might have though himself safe fifty yards back.]
Burn for the Emperor, Xenos! It is the greatest service you can do for him!
[One of the Riptides turned it's attention to the 203rd and gave Mira a good look up the barrel of it's burst-cannon...and then in an ear-shattering explosion, a rocket-propelled shell tore that arm from the huge battlesuit. A cry went up from the guardsmen-a cry of relief, of salvation. The tanks had come-and tanks such that the 203rd might not have seen since they left Cadia. Tanks that guardsmen dream of seeing on battlefields like this.]
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Up on their position, the sisters were having no easy time of it, going to the flamers as the Kroot urged their degenerate beasts forward and shapers lead the charge into their ranks. A few Sisters Repentia broke from the ranks and charged forward, tearing a choice few to shreds before they were themselves ripped apart, their huge weapons and lack of armor leaving them little chance to respond to attacks that they might have easily dodged in battle armor or parried with a lighter and shorter blade. They bought precious time however. Nelia helped wrestle a heavy flamer into position to roast a pack of Kroot hounds, then turned it on the leader who might have though himself safe fifty yards back.]
Burn for the Emperor, Xenos! It is the greatest service you can do for him!
[One of the Riptides turned it's attention to the 203rd and gave Mira a good look up the barrel of it's burst-cannon...and then in an ear-shattering explosion, a rocket-propelled shell tore that arm from the huge battlesuit. A cry went up from the guardsmen-a cry of relief, of salvation. The tanks had come-and tanks such that the 203rd might not have seen since they left Cadia. Tanks that guardsmen dream of seeing on battlefields like this.]