Howling with defiance she pulled her legs up high and soared over its frontal plates. For a distended instant a storm of bullets battered her armour in slow motion, then she crashed down onto the stubber’s barrel. It buckled under her weight and she tumbled to the deck as the weapon exploded in the gunner’s face. Pain wracked her as she rolled onto her knees and drew her machetes. Her armour was riddled with dents and she suspected half her ribs were fractured, but the stimm kept her muscles working.

Genestealer Cults