AGP- Cutter Death

Some of you might know what Slaught and Frenzon are, but if you don’t, imagine the fastest, meanest, angriest bastard you’ve ever seen. Now give him an immunity to pain, rabies, and slight brain damage. That’s what a dose does to a normal person. What a double dose cut with stimms did to Cutter and his boys was just ridiculous.
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The Heretek didn’t go down as easily as his bodyguards though. He had some sort of shield which blocked all of our fire, and quickly dismembered everyone who got into melee range until just the king berserker himself was left. The rest of us desperately poured fire into the Heretek’s shield in an attempt to burn through it, while Cutter duked it out one-on-one with the crazy cogboy.

Cutter was being kept on his feet by a cocktail of drugs that would probably kill him the moment they ran out; his time was measured in seconds. Seconds were all he needed though.

He didn’t bother with dodging, parrying, or any sissy stuff like that: all he cared about was doing as much damage as possible. Mechadendrites ripped off chunks of flesh, a sparking weapon nailed him in the legs, and some sort of injector just barely missed his heart, but Cutter ignored these trivialities. He lodged his faithful chainsword firmly in the Heretek’s chest and wrenched it upwards with berserk strength.

The deranged cogboy screamed and flailed as he was bisected, writhing so violently that pieces started flying off, one of which landed within Nubby’s reach and was promptly pocketed. As the chain-blade reached the base of the Heretek’s neck, his screaming finally coalesced into one word repeated in a dozen voices: “Burn”.

There was a second of unnatural silence, followed by a rising humming sound, and then the Heretek exploded into a fireball that engulfed both him and his attacker. Cutter laughed as he burned.

All in all, there were worse ways to go.