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- Gavron swung out from a mound of rubble, stitching a burst of fire from his hellgun that immolated a pair of invaders
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- The man was completely soaked in blood, both new and old, forming an uneven crust over the carapace armour wrapped around his barrel chest and the scar tissue covering his bare arms. The flail blurred into a ring of dirty pinkish-white as the cultist began to swing it over his head. Gavron fired a burst into the cultist’s chest. The bolts carved into the filthy armour, pushing him back but failing to penetrate.
- Steel Daemon
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