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"Form a ring, back-to-back!" shouted Antonina at the top of her lungs.
The tactic was the classic, Codex answer to an ambush by a numerically-superior foe. Squad Victrix allowed itself only an instant of hesitation before all of its warriors (except Dana and her still-growing undies) made a close ring around their sargeant. Bolters at the ready, faces grim behind their helmets, they got ready to fight and defeat whatever the orks had in store for them.
But the kommandos were more imaginative than their more primitive cousins. They knew the risks of running straight ahead into a volley of explosive, bolter shells and angry, armored warrior women. Their commander was also fully aware of the predictable tactics employed by the 'blue-armored-gitz'. That was why she told her girlz to hold after they came out of their shadows and wait until the grenades reached their destination...right at the heart of Squad Victrix's close circle.
All women screamed as one when blinding light burnt into their eyes, helped in no small part by the enhanced sight of their helmets. Antonina too squealed and covered her eyes, firing blindly at the air in the hopes of hitting something. She was so stunned she did not realize her gun was empty until hearing the cheers of the orks, right before their released their usual battle cry.
"WAAAAAAGHHH!"
Organized, fighting side-by-side, the Ultramarines would have made short work of the incoming orks. But their ring was broken, the warriors still dizzy and trying to recover while green-skinned xenos females jumped on them from all sides. Antonina could already her fresh squeals, from Zena and Tunza. They were both on the ground now, pinned down by a score of eager orks and their giggling, gretching slaves. Masters and servants tugged what fabric they could get their paws on, shooting it out of the warrior's armored pants and far beyond the armor shielding their shoulders.
"I need support! I need supooOOOWWWW!!" Fausta's ceramite boots left the ground. Her granny panties flew up to the smoking tips of a ruined, Imperial building, helped by the hooks and ropes of a team of kommandos who had waited for their turn to strike. The enhanced warrior woman howled and kicked as she ascended, her bolter gun useless as fabric continued to drill mercilessly into her crack.
Antonina stepped back. Maybe astartes warriors could not feel fear, but shame and embarrassement were two different matters. She watched as the rest of her sisters-in-arms were overwhelmed by the ork's numbers, forced to bend over and take an atomic wedgie. Tears of impotence began to grow on Antonina's narrowing orbs.
"No, I won´t allow this to happen" she snarled, pulling out her chainsword "ORKS! I know there is a leader amongst you, the one you call boss! I challenge her to a duel. Come and face me if you have the guts for it, filthy xenos!"
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