Frag/Krak Pass

As the giant staggered back, Skaranx ripped his bandolier from his chest, popped the full cylinder from it, and slung it around his enemy’s head. Then he leapt back, dropped his chainsword and drew his laspistol. He fired. The las-bolt struck one of the frag grenades, causing it to explode. The remaining grenades followed suit, and the Space Marine was enveloped in multiple explosions.
…Skaranx’s heart stuttered in his chest. The Space Marine wasn’t dead. He wasn’t even hurt. He stalked down the incline, stripping the charred remnants of Skaranx’s bandolier from about him. His armour was seemingly untouched, the flames that crawled across his battleplate undimmed, his eyes blazing more brightly than they had before.
It was impossible. The sable armour should have been cracked open as easily as an eggshell by the explosion. But Skaranx couldn’t deny the evidence of his own eyes. The Space Marine was untouched. Even the spot where he’d hacked at him with his chainsword was unmarked, though he’d felt the blade bite metal.



Remorseless