Tank killing

The lightning claw of Damocles punched through the chest and face of the rearmost soldier, hoisted him like hay on a pitchfork and slung him forward. His corpse knocked two more sprawling for the steel-grey giant to crush and cripple as he ran over the top of them without looking down, eyes already on his next kill, his next, his next, a dozen dead Pact behind him now and the rear hatch of the nearest Chimerax yawning open in front. He vanished into it, the whole carrier rocking on its springs with each of his steps, and then finally the Pact were turning, suddenly aware something was badly wrong as the exploding autocannon magazines blew the turret into the sky.
By the time they had turned to look for an enemy, Priad had smashed his way out of the first Chimerax and into the second. By the time two fire teams had started advancing on the stricken second carrier he was killing the third. The passage-point was sinking into darkness as the flares guttered out; the high sirdar was shouting for more when his voice turned into a guttural gurgle and fell silent. The rest of the Pact only saw the giant in glimpses after that, an outline sketched by flickering las-beams, a silhouette briefly painted by flamelight as a stalk-tank exploded somewhere on the perimeter. The glimpses didn’t last long; the Pact troops didn’t last much longer.

Urdesh: The Magister and the Martyr