Deathwolf by Andy Smillie

Author:Andy Smillie [Smillie, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Audiobook Script, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780857877109
Publisher: BL Publishing
Published: 2013-11-09T07:00:00+00:00

Erik roared as the teeth of his axe chewed apart another of the eldar. He stood atop a mound of its dead kin, his battle-plate swathed in their blood, examining the tactical overlay on his display. The initial ambush had gone well, with over half the eldar force killed or routed. But the attack was at a critical juncture; one mistake and the Space Wolves could lose the momentum. The eldar still outnumbered them dozens to one and his forces were spread the length and breadth of the hive. He could ill afford to let the xenos seize the initiative.

A series of concussive blasts drew Erik'’s attention to the south-west. A huge eldar craft - larger than any they'’d yet encountered - had entered the local air space. Its arrowed-prow scythed through the burning remains of lesser skimmers as it forged towards Ragnavalld and his scouts.

A battery of elongated energy weapons flashed from the craft’s flanks. The Wolf Lord gritted his teeth in rage as Ragnavalld’'s ident-tag blinked dark.

'‘Russ devour them! We must take down that craft.’..' Erik cursed as six more ident-tags faded from his display.

'‘It'’s wreathed in some sort of energy shield. We cannot board it directly, and we cannot get close enough to plant charges,'’ said Agmund.

'‘We must find a way. We–’...'

As if in answer to the Wolf Lord’'s demand, a hail of heavy bolter rounds roared up from the lower hive to hammer the shield. The translucent energy bubble flared and spat as the high-calibre shells found their mark.

'‘Now! For Russ! Now!’'

Erik motioned towards the exposed skimmer with his axe, ordering the attack as the shield overloaded in a storm of disjointed noise. Erik leapt onto the Archon'’s transport. Agmund and Ivar landed beside him. The Archon’'s bodyguard attacked without pause, striking at the Space Wolves with crackling halberds. Erik blocked a strike meant to sever his head and shot one of the eldar point blank in the face. The plasma discharge vaporised the xenos’' skull and killed another that was moving in behind him.

The eldar were skilled combatants but they fought as individuals, their selfish desire to kill leaving them open to counter. The Space Wolves fought as a pack, each thrust and cut of their blades working in unison with their brothers’ attacks to plug gaps in their defences and overwhelm the foe.

Ivar gestured with his blade. ‘'Your left!’'

Agmund turned and raised his weapon, parrying the eldar’'s blow before slashing down into its shoulder. He growled as his chainsword rang off the xenos’' armour. The segmented battle-plate worn by the Archon'’s bodyguard was heavier and more robust than that worn by the other eldar. Coupled with their martial skill and preternatural grace, it was hard to land a killing blow.

'‘Enough of this dance,'.’ Agmund ducked his opponent’s riposte, mag-locked his chainsword to his armour and shouldered the eldar backwards. He stepped in as the eldar tried to recover, pinning its arms and locking a gauntleted hand around its frail neck.

'‘Russ bring you luck dodging the ground.

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