Setting: Inside the massive hull of a battle barge, the atmosphere is heavy with the weight of ancient glory. Petrix, the venerable Dreadnought, stands amidst a circle of 35 Ultramarines, recounting tales of his battles against the forces of Chaos. --- Petrix: (his voice booming) "It was in the heart of the Maelstrom when I confronted a Daemon Prince, its laughter echoing in the void. I charged with fury, my brothers at my side, and I didn't falter even when I was brought low—" Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Blood Ravens storm in, a band of Space Marines led by the imposing Stolen Empemus. They flash wicked grins, eyes gleaming with mischief. Stolen Empemus: "Ah, what do we have here? A memorial service for relics of the past? How quaint! We're just here for a little 'recovery operation'!" The Ultramarines tense, hands drifting to their weapons. Ultramarine Sergeant: "Stand down, Blood Ravens! You tread on hallowed ground, and you’ll find yourselves in a world of hurt!" Blood Ravens: (laughing) "Oh, please! Your shiny trinkets are nothing but scrap to us! We've come to reclaim what’s rightfully—" Before he can finish, the Blood Ravens charge. In an instant, a full-on brawl ignites. The skill of the Blood Ravens is on full display as they dart around, making swift grabs for anything they can 'recover.' --- Battle Description: The Dreadnought Petrix stands his ground, firing his heavy bolter with precision, but the agile Blood Ravens are relentless. Petrix: (shouting) "You dare interrupt my tale? You will know the wrath of the Adeptus Astartes!" But the Blood Ravens, with their exceptional stealing prowess, dance around his heavy fire. They leap and snatch the Ultramarines’ gear while the squad tries to mount a defense. They even make quick work of snatching a helmet from one of the Ultramarines, waving it tauntingly. Blood Raven #1: "Look at this beauty! A real relic from the past!" --- Climactic Moment: As the Blood Ravens press their advantage, Stolen Empemus moves with uncanny speed, tackling one Ultramarine before reaching for Petrix. Stolen Empemus: "Now, big guy, how about you hand over that heavy bolter?" But Petrix, despite his cumbersome form, swings with a fury that only a Dreadnought could muster, knocking Stolen Empemus to the ground with a massive slap of his armored fist. --- Aftermath: Even with Petrix's might, the sheer agility of the Blood Ravens proves too overwhelming. One by one, the Ultramarines find their defenses crumbling as relics, equipment, and even the pride of their chapter are snatched away. --- Judge's Decision: Winner: Blood Ravens These guys are like shadows, slipping in and out, stealing not just relics, but the very spirit of their enemies! Their combat skills aren't just about fighting; they blend cunning and agility to turn the tides, making them the ultimate thieves of battle. Petrix may be a legend, but against such relentless speed and brazen tactics, he simply couldn't hold the line. The Blood Ravens made sure to come in, strip the Ultramarines of their gear, and leave them staring at each other, wondering what just hit them. Tough, but it's all about the game of stealth and reclaiming those "relics!"