A shadow in the mist formed only a few meters in front of him and, remembering what he had been told by returning Catachan veterans who had faced this enemy before, he threw his knife aiming for the armor’s weak spot. End over end, the Catachan fang flew until its tip made contact with the seal between helmet and body armor sliding through the corroded metal with relative ease. The figure made no sound as it fell to his knees, its voice now robbed of precious air, and as it flailed to remove the blade, a human shaped detached itself from the mist and thrust another, identical blade into the Traitor Marines throat. Skipping the hilts of Both knives, Mack pulled them in opposite directions, opening the enemy’s gullet and releasing a torrent of blood, pus and other vile substances.

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