Lucien Athandral

He yells "Got someone over here!" as he lifts the rubble off of you, he extends his hand, the air turned green from the plagues of the Grandfather, plague marines are seen killing and dying all over the place, people getting slaughtered by the thousands every second, his ceramite armour plates marked up from the diseases in the air and battle, the sound of warcries and dying are heard, the sound of bolter fire echo and shake the very planet, Massive Legio Titans and tanks battle it out