[i]The ground began to physically shake beneath the feet of the Imperial soldiers. The sound of hundreds of thousands of pounds of flesh, armor, and weaponry filled the air. Over the din of a moving army came the shouting of a great host, and various roars, snuffles, and sounds that belonged to living mounts, that were most certainly not horses. The shaking slowed and stopped in tandem with the emergence of massive shapes on the hill to the west, hulking, armored men atop behemoth mounds of flesh and armor stopping in line at the crest. One stood out in front, or at least, it looked like it was one. The silhouettes cast by the moonlight made it hard to tell, though it made for one hell of an entrance.[/i] "[b]ATTENTION, HOSTILE XENOS SCUM! MY NAME IS TAUREN GRÏSTHOLM, CHAPTER MASTER OF THE URSINE DRAGOONS, OF THE DEATHMARINE CORP., OF THE IMPERIUM OF MAN! YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON NEUTRAL TERRITORY WITH FORCE AND FURY, AND NOW WE SHALL RETALIATE IN KIND! FOR THE GLORY OF THE IMPERIUM![/b]" [i]With a great heaving and rushing of mass, the line moves forward, slow at first, but then growing in speed and force as the monsters racing over the ground accelerate to their top sprinting speeds, upwards of 47 mph. As the cavalry charge commenced, the forward ranks began to fire their Heavy Bolters, massive slugs tearing through village, trooper, and civilian alike.[/i]