Deathwing Companions

The Deathwing Companions stand as the Lion's chosen shield, veterans of a hundred campaigns sealed within the baroque bulk of Cataphractii Terminator plate. Drawn from the eldest and most trusted of the First Legion's inner order, they are warriors who have earned the right to march at their primarch's shoulder and, when the moment demands it, to die there. In the close press of a boarding action or the shattered heart of a besieged citadel, their slow and inexorable advance becomes a moving wall of ceramite that no charge can break and no barrage can halt.

They fight with the grim economy of men who no longer need to prove anything, each stroke of a power weapon or crackling volley of combi-bolter fire delivered without flourish or waste. To face the Deathwing is to understand that the Dark Angels have already judged you, and that their sentence, once handed down, is carried out in silence.