[Space Marine Battles] - Sons of Russ by Various

Author:Various [Various]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Library
Published: 2012-07-12T23:00:00+00:00

Scene Eight - Ext. Luetin Necropolis.

ATMOS: The shriek of propulsion engines jetting overhead and the cacophony of battle from the middle-distance, including explosions.

Small, single-pilot skimmers sped past Thorolf as they fled the hive and the Space Wolves’ wrath.

THOROLF: ‘Cowards.’

Thorolf swung round, bringing the heavy bolter to bear on the retreating jetbikes. He opened fire, stitching a line of destruction through the towering hab blocks as the eldar craft jinked left and right.

FX: Heavy bolter fire, shell casings clattering to the ground.

Thorolf growled a curse and adjusted his aim, pumping a stream of explosive rounds into the buildings above and ahead of the skimmers. The eldar pilots held their course, blindsided by the debris that tumbled onto them. The lead craft slammed straight into a chunk of falling rockcrete, exploding in a ball of fire. The other two slowed sharply, diving in an attempt to avoid the worst of the rubble – just as Thorolf had expected.

The Space Wolf grinned and gunned the trigger, shredding the pair in a barrage of sustained fire that tore through the skimmer’s armour and ignited their fuel cells. He kept firing, holding the trigger down until the weapon stuttered and the ammo counter flashed zero.

FX: Sound of heavy bolter racking empty.

The Space Wolf dropped the weapon and fell to one knee. His wounds were catching up with him. He felt his muscles weaken as his body diverted blood and nutrients to repair the damage to his internal organs. Thorolf took a long, agonised breath and stopped. Something was wrong. He sniffed the air, analysing every particle for the source of his discontent. He smelled nothing save his own scent, not the smoking shell casings scattered around him or the vapour trail left in the air by the eldar skimmers. Thorolf’s muscles bunched in anticipation as he realised that the world had turned silent.

He could no longer hear the battle raging in the distance, neither the staccato of bolter fire nor the thrum of the eldar skimmers. Thorolf willed himself to stand and cast his gaze around around the street. Darkness spread towards him as one after another, the street’s luminators blinked out. The air turned cold, a feeling of unease intensifying as a thin layer of frost rimed the edges of his armour.

THOROLF (snarling): ‘Show yourselves, devils!’

FX: A cluster of wet, sucking sounds as the mandrakes emerge.

Thorolf drew his knife and smiled, his long canines glistening under the light of a single flickering luminator as the Mandrakes came for him. Not for the last time, the Space Wolf’s world went dark.

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