Astartes ain't shit

 It rampaged through our forces, invincible. I attack anyway. My chainsword roars and sparks fly as it strikes the daemon’s metal skin. It feels like striking a starship. I duck as the spear swings overhead and roll, firing my pistol. The bolts explode against it and my armour is splattered with molten metal. The daemon isn’t slowed.
One of my battle-brothers runs past me, pushing me down, and starts chopping at the daemon with a power axe. Molten blood flows as he growls, ‘Get away, Seoc. Alert the rest of the Chapter.’
The daemon casually backhands him and he is hurled aside, armour crumpled by the blow. The spear arcs towards me again. Desperately, I gun my jump pack.

From the Flames