Dodges lascannons

Las is from a four-pack of light tanks in the middle of the avenue,’ Hemaeros said over the vox. He had leapt off the last skyway, crashed through the window of a rotunda looking down over the boulevard, and now crouched in the empty frame like a las-scorched gargoyle, studying the scene below. ‘Looks like HET-7s, I saw stubber mounts on the side sponsons.’ As if on cue, there was the rapid slam of a 60-calibre rapid-fire and a line of rockcrete chips flew up from the road between Kreios and Kandax. ‘Three stalk-tanks visible so far, one of them fired those missiles. AT-79 beyond them. There’s at least seventy metres of space on them.’ The lascannon beam licked out again, angled low. Hapexion barely jetted himself up and out of its way before the beam could shear through his legs, and then sideways as it flashed past him, aiming where the blue of his thruster-wash had glowed through the smoke. Stablights from the advancing tanks started to probe at the smoke.
Kreios gritted his teeth. Krak missiles were bad: a solid hit from a lascannon could easily cost a Space Marine a limb and probably a life.

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