"Go forth my sisters! Make the Imperials pay for their weakness!" shouted Linastra at the top of her lungs.
Traitor guardswomen and astartes rushed forth, even when none could care any less about Linastra's orders. Not that the 'paladin' noticed the feelings of the women under her 'command'. Her whole focus was on the fortress world currently crumbling under the weight of the armies of Chaos. Three whole warbands, thousands upon thousands of followers of the Four, swept over the Imperial defences, obliterating them like a strong wave would do with a wall of sand.
And Linastra would be at the front of this wave. She looked magnificent despite her undeserved reputation. A towering warrior of pale skin and cold, yellow eyes, her long hair dressed in a ponytail of the same black of her armor. She sped between her similarly-armored sisters, shouting words of encouragement they ignored as they lifted blushing defenders by their granny panties, or used the flat sides of their axes to smack their perky bottoms purple. Linastra looked around, but it seemed everyone had a victim on this side of the front. She would need to go deeper if she wanted to show her worth to the gods!
Soon she was running alone, flanked by shattered buildings her forces had not occupied yet. The Imperials too seemed to have left this place to focus their efforts on a second line of deffence...or at least, most of them had. Linastra's golden orbs gleamed when she spotted a lone guardswoman, clearly lost and only armed with a pathetic lasgun. She was a brunette, short and cute. Her panties would be a delightful first offering for the greater powers.
"Lapbitch! You will be the first to taste my armored fists!" called Linastra at the top of her lungs.
The woman spun, eyes wide in shock. Fear froze her on the spot, or at least that was what Linastra thought as she tried to speed through the short distance between her and her target. She was going so fast, she failed to notice a pool of oil, right until it made her slip. The armored giantess let out a girly yelp as she spun around twice, then fell butt-first on something which beeped in protest. Confused, Linastra looked over her shoulder and down...to the mine she had sat on.
"Mommy primarch..." she whimpered, closing her eyes.
The guardswoman watched in awe as Linastra flew up into the air like a morter shell, a tail of smoke shooting out of her ruined armored pants. As gravity claimed her, she fell upside-down, so hard her head, alongside half of her body dissapeared into the ground, leaving only a pair of twitching legs and a huge, wobbling pair of buttocks outside. As the smoke dispersed, the guardswoman was able to see Linastra's still-intact granny panties, white with red hearts and frills on both leg holes and waistband.
Originally written by Alv
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