We have to kill it,’ she cried, hoping to inspire some resistance.
Her shotgun blast exploded high on the Traitor Marine’s chest but it barely registered. Just a momentary pause, and it was moving again. Implacable and wrought for slaughter. More shots rained in as a fighting desperation took hold, las and bullets from autocarbines, and when they were spent the armsmen drew close combat weapons. Reda almost laughed out loud at their chances of survival as she pulled out her power maul and energized the flanged head.

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