He opened up with his shotgun before the giant transhuman had a chance to react to his presence. The shot scattered off the warrior's battleplate as though he had thrown a bag filled with nails, ricocheting around the confined corridor and filling the darkness with flying sparks. He fired again, advancing on the legionary, the weapon's autoloader spitting out shell after shell. It was like throwing gravel at a tank. The Space Marine did not attempt to find cover. He did not even adjust his pace. Utterly unhurried, he look aim and then fired.

Lion 'El Johnson: Lord of the First