Ooohkay, Cylexus. Here's a little something I just cooked up. It's rough around the edges, but it has an Ultramarine getting the bagels beaten out of him.

Calgar strode in the opening, seeing no one but a woman leaning against a dark grey wall. Her posture was too casual for his liking.
“Who are you, heretic?”
“Oh, me? Oh, I’m no one, just a Coalition general and an EXO.” The woman nibbled at her nails, before standing up, eyeing the hulking behemoth of a man.
“Okay, so who the fuck do you think you are, attacking this planet?” A gasp went up from the lines of Ultramarines present, but Calgar took a step forward.
“I am Chapter Master Augustus Marneus Calgar of Ultramarines. You better watch your language with me, wretch, or I shall smite you!”
“Pfft. That was supposed to scare me? But, you at least gave me your name. I’m Lieia Grisova, and I’m here to beat seven shades of shit out of you and then wipe the ground with you.” More gasps of shock from the Ultramarines, and Calgar was already turning red at her insolence.
“You? I could slay you without even using my weapons! Well, then! Let us see if you can owe up to your words!”
“I’m game, boyo. Let’s go mano a mano, then.” She turned around, and Calgar realised something. The wall she was leaning against wasn’t a wall. It was a huge suit of armour. And the insolent general was climbing in it. She activated it, turning around and smiling as the canopy shut.
“Let’s see how tough you are, then.” She picked up a huge slab of concrete, hurling it at the surprised Calgar. He avoided it, but was shocked at the ease she used the suit. Shaking off the surprise, he charged forwards, hefting his power sword.
“FOR GUILLIMAN!” Lieia tensed up, just as the sword plunged deep into one of the arms.
“For Girlyman? What sort of a war cry is that?” She grasped the sizzling blade, wrenching it free. Calgar watched with a sort of fascinated horror as the tear he had inflicted in the armour plating healed itself. He looked at Lieia, who grinned savagely in return.
“My turn, asshole.” She broke the blade in two, and then delivered a solid kick to his crotchplate.
“OOOPH!” He groaned, falling to his knees.
“Have you no honour?” He squeaked, grabbing at his groin.
“Well, now that you ask it, no, I don’t. It’s why I’m winning.” She grabbed him by shoulders, hefting him high in the air, and then threw him at the gathered Ultramarines.

He made a pretty good bowling ball, all things considered. He flattened three of his own soldiers before coming to a stop. Lieia strode after him, cold fury filling her voice.
“Do you even know how long we’ve had peace?” She kicked him in ribs, but his armour saved him from any damage.
“I do not care, heretic!” She snarled, dragging him away by his legs, and tore one of the mechanic limbs off, hefting it above her, and brought it down heavily on Calgar’s struggling form.
SLAM
“FIVE YEARS! We had peace for five years and then you bastards show up!”
SLAM
“I got married!”
SLAM
“I started a family!”
SLAM
“I even got lucky enough to have a daughter!”
SLAM
SLAM
SLAM
She tossed the mangled limb aside, tearing off his other leg.
“And then you bastards show up and wreck it all for me! I though I could actually retire from Marine Corps and live the rest of my life without another fucking war! But nooo, you though it was a good idea to murder half a million innocent people!”
“I f-fight for the Emperor, vile h-heretic!”
“FUCK THE EMPEROR!” She tossed the leg aside, tearing off his right arm, and resumed her beating. The rest of the Ultramarines watched, frozen by the humiliating sight of their Chapter Master getting pummelled by the berserking woman.
Once she was finished, she stood up, panting heavily, dragging him by his remaining arm, digging deep trenches with his armoured bulk, then threw him as far as she could.
“Next time, bring someone who can fight worth shit.” She retreated in the smoke, vanishing from sight in moments.

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happy birthday good sir?

happy barfday mate ^w^ don't overdo the BBQ'd children ^w^