Witches at the stake

“We have been ordered to hold this house at all costs! Setup your firing lanes and kill whoever crosses it! We are not leaving!” Sergeant Feathers paced from window to window seeking the enemy. “Sir, our shots have no effect! We can’t stop them!”
“Shut up, you son of a bitch! Keep firing until they fall. That armor cannot hold much longer!”
Trooper Wong suddenly turns and with great exuberance yells “I got one bitch! I got one bitch! Look at her, I got…” His face disappeared in a bloody explosion as a bolter round hits the back of his head and explodes.


“KEEP FIRING!”
A flame throwing armored vehicle rolls from the right flank and begins to pour hellish promethium at the advancing screaming women. Battle cannon rounds begin to firing from some far sector at the right.
Feathers crouches and sights where the incoming support is coming from with his binoculars.

He sees one mad power armored Sister of Battle attempting to storm the battle tanks supporting him. “She’s toast.”
Suddenly in a brilliant flash and thundering explosion, she is gone.
“Emperor protects! Support is here!”
The Imperial Guard holds Cartagena with a decisive victory over the Sisters of Battle