As I drag myself to my feet, Brightsword swings quickly, pivoting on one foot, the barrel of his cannon smashing into my chest and hurling me against the tower wall. I feel something break inside me, a couple of ribs probably, and my breathing becomes tight and short. The tau commander brings his arm back for another punch and I drop to one side, the blow smashing chips from the wall and show­ering me with dust.
The others direct their fire on Brightsword as he looms over me, las-bolts and bullets pinging around us.

Last Chancers: Kill Team pg. 513