Avatar vs. Marines

It is a daemon. It stands thrice my height, and is formed of burnished metal and living flames. Its face is set in a snarl of hatred, and where it walks fire rages and death beckons. The spear – still intact, despite the blast – thunders towards me, hurled with immense strength. The weapon misses by a hair’s breadth and I glimpse cracks on its haft where the explosion damaged it.
Dozens of my brothers have died in the minutes since this god of war appeared. 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