Anthology - Bringers of Death by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

crawl.

He turned as something flashed by his cheek: a rust-flecked, serrated blade,

wielded by another of the little monstrosities. Suddenly there seemed to be hordes of

them, despite the covering fire from Freytha and the others, who were picking off a

greenskin with every shot.

Brael brought his knee up into the creature's chest, knocking it back a step, before

swinging his cleaver into the chittering, red-eyed mask of its face.

Above the killing ground, the wheel had come to a stop.

Kleeve was closest to the wheelhouse. Bleeding from a ragged cut to his arm

inflicted by the last greenskin he had killed, knocking it to the ground with the

pommel of his broad-bladed sword and then stamping on its skull until he felt the

bone crack. He was only a stride from gaining the wheelhouse door and, a short way

beyond it, the shaft and the lift cage. The explosive charge Brael had handed to him

from the downed flying machine hung at his belt. There would be more of the

smaller greenskins inside, he was sure, but by then it would be too late. They

wouldn't be able to stop him using the bomb.

Dropping the sword, Kleeve pulled the bomb from his belt and made ready to

pull the cord that hung from the bottom of its long handle. This would prime the

charge. He would throw it into the cage the moment he was through the wheelhouse

door.

'For Mallax!' he shouted. 'For-'

He didn't hear the familiar ratcheting cough because the first burst of gunfire at

such close range reduced his entire upper body to little more than a red mist. The

hand holding the unprimed bomb, severed at the elbow, hit the ground heavily. The

greenskin filled the wheelhouse doorway, howled something incomprehensible and

sprayed the killing ground with indiscriminate fire, killing as many of its smaller kin

as Agrans who suddenly cut this way and that in search of cover.

Costes fell awkwardly, his left knee shot from under him. The pain was

indescribable, but he managed to unhook the charge that he carried and hurl it to

where Perror crouched behind a pile of centuries-old slag. Perror caught the charge,

laid it at his feet, then made as if to run towards Costes.

'Wrong way!' Costes shouted through gritted teeth. He jabbed a finger towards

the wheelhouse, where two more of the larger greenskins had stepped into view.

Thinking back to his journey in the cramped cage, he wondered how many of the

beasts, packed in with their oversized weaponry, could make the trip to the surface at

once.

For a heartbeat, Perror looked undecided. Then he nodded, picked up Costes's

charge, primed it and stood to throw it towards the wheelhouse. It was still in the air

when he unhooked his own bomb, primed it and threw it in the wake of the first.

One of the beasts at the wheelhouse door reacted quickly to the movement to its

flank, bisecting Perror with a long burst from its machine-rifle. The bombs, however,

were already in flight.

The double detonation became a triple concussion as Perror's bombs set off Kleeve's

dropped charge, filling the wheelhouse with smoke and littering the ground around

the doorway with lumps of bleeding alien meat.

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