Barbelo entered the armory. Maion was about to follow, but stopped as weapons fire eruopted from within.

A noise like the birth of thunder filled the corridor as a heavy weapon roared. The sergeant jerked backwards as high-calibre rounds slammed into his armor, pitting the ceramite. His own shot went wide, as a round clipped his gauntlet, the plasma blast scorching the ceiling. Barbelo dropped his chin, and raised his shoulder, as another torrent of rounds hammered him. Even as his pauldron cracked, the icon of the Chapter blasted from his shoulder, the sergeant took another step forward.

Beneath the Flesh