more plasma

'Now,' said Farsight. A microdec later, a sleeting storm of plasma hurtled from the skies, throwing the figures below into stark monochrome. Most of the stabbing bolts struck a Space Marine gunner from above, some impacting at an angle, some near vertical. Each direct hit burned through armour, flesh and bone before emerging sizzling from the other side. Channels of molten flesh and metal cut through the gue'ron'sha warriors, wide enough for a kroot broadspear to plunge through and not touch the sides. Some of the stricken Space Marines staggered and fell, some were caught by their comrades, while others toppled into the detritus of the shattered tau domes they were using for cover.
Incredibly, many of the fallen returned fire without a second's hesitation.
This time the mass-reactive volley was far thicker and took a greater toll. Battlesuits came apart in bursts of purple flame, shattered limbs and scything shards of jump jet flying in every direction. Farsight's eyes widened as he saw a Space Marine, halved at the waist, claw himself upright against the body of a dead comrade, raising his sidearm to send a pair of explosive bolts right at him. So surprised was the tau commander that one of the bolts got under his shield generator and struck home with a loud bang. There was a sharp kick of impact, spinning him around in mid-air and causing his damage control display to flash bright. He righted himself, sweeping his fusion blaster low to take the warrior's head in a puff of vapourised blood.

Blade of Damocles