His visor display blinked back on. He could taste the air in his helm thinning. The warrior was in front of him, a dagger in his remaining hand. Kestros cut, slashing his chainsword across the legionnaire’s face. The warrior swayed back, the chain teeth snarling as they spun through air, then snapped forwards, muscle and momentum focused behind the tip of the dagger. Kestros slammed the muzzle of his bolt pistol into the warrior’s throat and pulled the trigger. Bolt shells ripped out, sawing the warrior’s head from his body in a shower of detonations. Kestros was already past the corpse as it fell, firing and hacking into the next enemy.

Praetorian of Dorn