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Few in numbers and fueled and sustained by pure spite, the group of loyalists vowed to make an end of it while they were strong enough to do some damage still, an [[Oath of Moment]] to die and in dying make the traitors bleed. To Morturg's surprise, Decima agreed, arguing that "The Logic of war is to consume life and material. All things die, only death is eternal."{{Fn|1c}}
Morturg's group chose the outer concourse of the starport as the site for their stand, and to draw them in Decima had his last adepts crew a pair of armoured [[Proteus Land RaidersRaider]] s and a Grav-attack which were to attack a known staging point and feign flight. Though it was a suicide mission the adepts did not say a word. Moments later, one proteus returned to the group aflame with Morturg baffled at its survival, and in pursuit came a Fellblade at the head of four Rhino-mounted squads wearing the liveries of the Sons of Horus and the Death Guard. After the Fellblade destroyed the Land Raider and a Death Guard Land Raider had joined the rest of the armoured group, the traitors placed themselves where Morturg’s team wanted them.{{Fn|1c}}
Although the position was far from perfect, Decima deemed it good enough and warned the group to deactivate their armour beforehand, then he triggered a weapon he had previously concealed in a pit and flew skyward. For a second there was a flash that made Morturg see his bones through his armour and later half of the Fellblade was missing and one of the Sons of Horus rhinos there was nothing left but a shadow burned onto the concourse. The rest of the vehicles had a curious, bleached-out quality to them and had fallen still, save for the Land Raider. Further back and unscathed it was reversing in retreat as swiftly as it was able as traitors spilled from the dead Rhinos like puppets with tangled strings.{{Fn|1c}}
Unfortunately, triumph lasted only a moment as the furthest group of Thallax was blown to pieces. Another Fellblade was smashing through the city towards Morturg’s group, flanked by Predator tanks and Rhinos, kicking up great clouds of ash in their wake. The group scattered to cover again as a squadron of storm eagles came in low across the concourse, showering the area with missiles, not caring if any of their own were still alive at the ambush site.{{Fn|1c}}
Soon they were surrounded, scattered, cut off, and their trap was turned against them. Sons of Horus and Death Guard closing in on all sides, shells hammering down on the loyalists. Then, an autocannon shell, took Morturg in the side and powdered his ribs beneath his battleplate, but he would not let himself fall. He fired until his ammunition was gone, reclaimed a weapon from the fallen and fired again as his comrades died around him. There were so many, injured as he was that he couldn't miss. One of Horus’ Legionnaries Legionnaires with a [[volkite]] in his hand made it past the barricades and Morturg struck his head from his shoulders with his power blade, but not before he’d killed one of Morturg's men.{{Fn|1c}}
As the fight went on, Morturg witnessed Shabran Darr across the concourse, charging through the storm like some demon of ancient myth, his armour unravelling under countless hits. Morturg saw his left arm disappear in a spray of red mist and he staggered, but he still reached the traitors, throwing himself into the Sons of Horus, his chainaxe a bloody arc of steel. Then the Fellblade smashed aside the wreckage of its kin and fired point-blank into the ruin that Morturg and the handful of loyal Death Guard that remained were using as cover. Morturg was blown clear, turning his armour into ruin and shattering his legs.{{Fn|1c}}
