Editing Marines Immaculate (section)

==Duel==

The marine stopped on a small rise, and looked about him.

The battlefield was spotless. The surviving vegetation had been carefully scrubbed, down to the last leaf. The dirt had been washed away by sanitizer agent. All of the enemy guardsmen, once subdued, had been decontaminated and piled off to one side of the clearing. Cleanliness.

The marine allowed himself one moment of relaxation.

Suddenly, he tensed. Something was wrong. In a moment the source of this feeling manifested itself with a revolting squish as a plague marine emerged from around a boulder.

The marine's hands quaked. The pure blood rushing through his veins suffered a burst of equally clean adrenaline. One of his eyes twitched.

The marine gave into the frenzy, throwing himself at his foul counterpart with a bellow of rage, scrubber sword revving and oxyclean bolter coming up to fire.

The two opposites met.

The plague marine looked about, startled by the sudden scream. He was met by a barrage of soap rounds to the face, which then detonated and released the secondary stage of filtered water. As the plague marine staggered back, stumbling, the cleanliness marine brought down his scrubber sword upon the disgusting marine's neck seal. Careful to minimize the residue that fell on him, the cleanliness marine began to chant his chapter's somewhat catchy battle cries.

Soon, the plague marine lay incapacitated at the clean one's feet. The victorious marine looked with disgust at his grime- splattered sword and gauntlet.

He would have them both burned later. No heresy of the germs must survive.