ACTION: The fleet of rapturous scale put power behind their repulsor engines, speeding forward into the fray, forward to wet their tongues and satisfy their lust with the blood of heretics. (Moving forward...)

COVENANT: Our flagship was most punctual and on top of this engagement. We used gravitic sensors to sniff out the hazards of space. Large chunks of rock adrift in the void. We had them now. And while we sped gloriously towards our foes for battle, our shipmaster began reciting the oath of the Writ of Union over supraluminals into our ears, giving us a sense of vigor for this fight. A sermon to bolster our already high spirits.