"That's strange….those guys shouldn't be so easily killed" Cyrus muttered under his breath.
Guilliman had described the scene as they saw it to him and could only attach one word to it.
Gruesome.
Severed limbs, ripped body parts and entrails all over the place. This was the description of an overwhelming slaughter.
But still….it didn't make sense for all to die so easily…
"Amongst the corpse, did you notice any blonde guy with a muitilated face? He should be wearing silver amour with three long swords on his side." Cyrus asked looking seriously at Guilliman.
"Well, it was kind of hard to pinpoint any facial features in that mess, but these would stand out I guess, let me think.....nope doesn't ring a bell" Guilliman frowned and fell into thought, he couldn't remember even a strand of blonde hair.