Goodnight Sergeant

Sergeant Septuron sprinted through the chaos towards Legienstrasse. Tentacles sprouted to grab him but he slashed through them with his chainsword as he ran. One of Legienstrasse’s clawed limbs reached down for him but he dropped and rolled under it, bringing his blade up as he passed under to slice through it at a joint. It thudded to the ground behind him as he came back up to his feet.
‘Whatever in the hells you are,’ cried Septuron, ‘you will be it no longer! This is the blade that ends you, Assassin!’
Legienstrasse’s answer was a blade of bone that speared out from the centre of her torso, from between the pulsing mass of her multiple hearts. It impaled Septuron through the stomach and split the backpack of his armour in two as it exited through his back. Sparks showered out of the armour’s ruptured power unit. Septuron was still alive as Legienstrasse lifted him up off the ground.
‘Brother!’ yelled Lysander, and the most awful feeling of all was the helplessness of being almost unable to move while a fellow Imperial Fist was dying in front of him.
Two new, slimmer limbs grabbed Septuron by the arms. The bone blade twisted, forcing Septuron’s torso wide open, and for a second Lysander could see Legienstrasse’s face through the hole torn in the assault sergeant. Then the blade withdrew and Septuron dropped to the ground, by now dead.

K-Day +15 Days