shot

They behaved without mercy, bayoneting the wounded with bestial shrieks of triumph. Fabian aimed his gun at the nearest, and fired. The upper two-thirds of the man’s head vanished. The las-blast wasn’t enough to cauterise the network of blood vessels that had, until a microsecond before, been feeding the man’s brain, and he fell down pumping vitae high from his neck, like an exclamation, or a celebratory pyrotechnic.

Dark Imperium: Godblight