Sacrifice

The rage-killer twitched and a palsy came over him. “I don’t like you,” he said, slurring the words. “You realise that?”
“The feeling is mutual.” Koyne had to yell to be heard over the noise of the thrusters. The flyer was hovering less than a metre from the roadway. Tariel was at the canopy, beckoning frantically.
“Good. I don’t want you to confuse my motives.” And then the Eversor surged into a loping run, his legs blurring as he hurtled out of cover and straight into the lines of the Astartes. Shell casings cascaded out behind him in a stream of brass, falling from the ejection port of his combi-weapon…

Chapter Sixteen