Kill Shot by Games Workshop Ltd

Author:Games Workshop Ltd
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Games Workshop Ltd
Published: 2019-02-27T16:54:02+00:00

Summoning one last burst of strength from flagging muscles, Kasmen hurled the dead cultist bodily towards the psyker’s entourage. The corpse ragdolled through the air, trailing blood.

The Reiver sergeant had time enough to savour the look of horrified realisation upon the face of the robed psyker, before Samion fired his last round.

His aim was true. The bolt struck the packed bundle of explosives on the dead cultist’s body, which detonated with cataclysmic force. Tongues of orange flame swept across the ceiling and walls, and a thunderous blastwave punched Kasmen in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the wall of the passageway, which crumpled under his weight.

The chattering of alien voices ceased. Now there was only the continuous blare of hazard sirens, and a painful ringing in his ears.

Kasmen dragged himself upright, feeling blood seeping into the armoured bodyglove beneath his ceramite plating. Cultist knives had deepened the wound, but he could still walk despite the lancing agony that came with each step.

Dust-covered alien bodies littered the hallway, a carpet of ruptured meat and severed limbs. Most of the cultists had been reduced to charred ruin by the blast. Others had been impaled by flying shards of debris, or crushed by the flying bodies of their fellows. There was nothing left of the psyker or his retinue but a large, purplish smear across the ceiling. Brackish water poured from a burst pipe above.

‘I’m all out, brother-sergeant,’ came a voice from behind Kasmen. He turned to see Samion limping out of the dust.

‘Fine shot,’ said Sergeant Kasmen, approvingly.

‘Just the two of us now then,’ said Samion, softly. He knelt by the body of their fallen comrade, buried beneath a dozen slain foes. ‘Deimos was a fine warrior. Better with the blade than I ever was. A grave loss to the Chapter.’

‘He died as a Hawk should,’ said Sergeant Kasmen, retrieving his combat blade from amidst a tangle of smoking cultist corpses. ‘We shall honour him by getting out of this place alive. And by calling in the artillery on this whole damned hab block.’

With that, Kasmen began to pick his way through the sea of smoking flesh towards the waiting maglift and, perhaps, a way out of this tomb.

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