fusion blaster firepower

The sergeant snapped off a shot, but it detonated a metre from its target on a shimmering shield of energy.
The red warsuit extended a hand, gripped onto the front of the transit cylinder, and triggered the oblong weapon system on its right arm. A burning blade of fusion energy shot out, so bright it caused Numitor's autosenses to darken instantly.
The xenos machine swept the energy blade through the link-pistons between the two transport cylinders, cutting the transmotive in half and shearing through the maglev rail beneath. Numitor and his squad were showered with gobbets of molten metal even as they sent bolt rounds shooting towards the warsuit.
A split second later the entire transmotive bucked like a mad stallion, throwing Numitor and his squad violently against the roof. The transport jack-knifed from the rail, twisting drunkenly and jerking as the cylinder sections behind crunched in to concertina its rearmost quarter. Numitor was already making for the rip in the hull, his squad charging shoulders-first through the windows to hurtle in clouds of glassy shrapnel towards the front half of the transmotive. Brother Crastec was taken by a trio of plasma bolts in mid-air, and a tangle of bloody limbs flailed past Numitor as he fought to correct his flight. Dominastos rattled and slammed inside the demolished transit cylinder behind them, caught in a tangle of metal and unable to escape as it plummeted into the reservoir below.
Sicarius and the remains of his squad levelled a volley at the crimson warsuit as it leapt from a twisted maglev rail to soar over the transmotive's truncated front half. The xenos warrior landed with a metal-buckling crunch atop the roof. Its lance of fusion energy punched through into the transit cylinder below, spearing Austos as he unslung his Phaeton-pattern flamer. Burning embers flew, and the battle-brother was reduced to little more than ash.
Sicarius answered with a plasma pistol shot that punched right through the transmotive's roof. The incandescent energies washed across a dome of force on the other side, a brief but intense flash of blue-white against the gloom.

Blade of Damocles