Blue eyes stared out across a bloodied sky, choked with fumes and smoke, dirty white hair falling limp.
Canoness Fleur Delacour of the Adepta Sororitas lay in the scorched mud and broken ground near the wreckage of a red titan, shattered by artillery and weapon fire, warped by psychic energy, and scourged by the flames, her body weak, defeated. From the corner of her eyes, she could see the last remains of the forces she had arrived with, the sisters alongside whom she served the will of the Emperor himself, chased down by the xenos scum who called themselves the eldar, in their faceless titans and hovering tanks.
They had lost.
She had lost.
Footsteps drew her attention. With great effort, she moved her head slightly, catching sight of a tall xenos, dressed in red robes over intricate armor, its face covered in a long helm, a large crest rising over it, a black faceplate shrouding its features, eye sockets glowing an ominous green as it approached, glowing spear in hand.
It stopped a few feet from where she lay, leaning against its spear as it just seemed to stare at her.
“Wh… why don't you just get it over with, you filthy knife ear bastard,” She spat, after what seemed an eternity, “Or are you just going to stare like the coward you are?” The spear came up, poised to strike. Fleur closed her eyes, and prepared for the end.
Only to hear a muted thunk as the spear buried itself in the ground beside her head. She opened her eyes once more, confused, as lithe arms grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her up.
The filthy elf was touching her.
“Why?” she growled.
It stilled, seeming to think for a moment, “Respect, I suppose.”
“Respect?”
“Accurate. You have fought well, mon keigh. I… dream we meet again, in battle,” nodding, it continued walking towards the rest of the xenos forces. Had it… given her mercy?
It would spare her? Deny her glorious death in battle?
Out of respect?
NO.
Her fingers finally closed around the grip of her energy sword, her fingers feeling it's comfortable hum for one last time.
Her body moved, exploding into motion, running on nought but devotion to her emperor and pure will.
The noise alerted the farseer, and it turned….
In time to receive an energy blade right through the chest.
Its green eyes widened, and in her final moments, Fleur saw them fill with realisation, fear and confusion.
As the feeling in her body faded, she found the strength to flash a bloody grin at the alien.
“For the Emperor, you bastard….”
Under the light of the planet's blazing red sun, in a field of corpses and carnage, atop the dead body of the enemy’s farseer, Cannoness Fleur Delacour of the Adepta Sororitas breathed her last.