Amidst the vehicular manslaughter of the advancing horde of killer birds, another distinct warcry filled the air. This guttural roar was like a peal of thunder, booming and belligerent. A Space Marine leaped high off of a straw and wood roof, a roaring Chainaxe clasped within his scarlet fingers. He swung downwards, as his imposing weapon tore through two necks completely in one fell swoop. Blood sprayed and flowed like a crimson fountain, lacquering his maroon and bronze armor. A sound similar to that of the demented scream of his Chainaxe produced itself in the Berzerker’s left hand. The Chaos Space Marine began to pulp and rend groups of Emus with a Chainfist. He snapped necks like pencils and bisected torsos like paper. Steam bellowed out of the Vox-Grill of his snarling helm. He said the ever-familiar mantra of Khorne. “[b]BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!![/b]” He continued to slaughter with reckless abandon. Soon, he would utilize the Bolt Pistol at his hip, and perhaps the large sword scabbarded on his back.