lasgun vs face

But the face. It was that which was most unsettling. Black eyes, without cornea or pupil, eyes like holes opening onto a depthless abyss. And the white flesh of the face in which they were embedded was scarred and gouged and painted even as the armour was. The mouth was a bloody gash full of splintered fangs which clashed as the creature spoke, slicing its own lips and spattering dark blood like spittle.
It hurt to look upon it. But Rajek’s aim was steady. He had seen worse things in the last fortnight. He drew a breath, uttering a silent prayer, and squeezed the lasgun’s trigger with infinite gentleness. Out streaked the bolt of hot energy. It took his target in the left temple. Rajek saw the burned meat of the face flayed open in a black flower. His comrades opened up a split second later, six more las-bolts lancing out. Two were on target, striking the enemy in the face and searing the meat from the skull. But the giant was already in movement, uttering a terrible gargled roar, the cooked tongue burned black in the fang-maw of its mouth. It pointed, and raised its gobbet-choked chainsword, then fell to its knees.

Dark Hunters: Umbra Sumus