Krieg grenadier

They passed an ancient water tank, which couldn’t have seen rain in millennia. Ven Bruin heard a scrape behind it, saw a burst of flame, and something spun towards him. A grenadier leapt into the missile’s path. It left a burning trail on Ven Bruin’s retinas. A bottle, he realised, with a lit cloth fuse, stinking of promethium
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	The bottle shattered as the grenadier batted it away. He reeled backwards, one arm of his greatcoat alight. Two comrades fell upon him and efficiently swiped out the flames. Another two rushed the water tank, firing, and Ven Bruin heard a squeal of terror, followed by a strangulated moan.
The grenadier who had deflected the promethium bomb was unhurt, protected by his armour and faceplate.

Krieg