He quickly fired three shots of his bolt pistol. Then, seeing the Guardsman still alive, he threw his chainaxe at his opposer
The chainaxe slammed into the Guardsman's face, causing a fountain of blood to spray the air. Now Evastis was out for blood, but he could not kill any but his allies.
The assembled set of warriors were hit by another heavy bolter, this one blasting from their right. Two men Evastis could see were dead, one with a smoking crater in his chest, the other headless.
Furious at the cowardly surprise, the Beasts who were assembled there charged the bunker the heavy bolter was hidden in, which they had taken for abandoned until recently.
Evastis surged forward, with Destov on one side and Zwaco to his left. They all charged forward, with a similar group of three to their right, ready to smash and kill everthing or everybody in their way. At the same time, the last delegation, this one numbering four, ran around the back end to the sealed and bolted door.
Each man attacked in his custom way. Zwaco pulled at the mouth of the firing slit, hoping to bend the steel-plaz far enough to have room to hurl grenade into the bunker. Destov piled his grenades in a corner, trying to blow a hole in the well-constructed bunker. Evastis attempted to sweep his chainaxe through the mouth and hit the bolter.
The heavy bolter was torn in two by the strength of the blow. The grenades went off, leaving so little that Destov could punch his way through. The lip went and Zwaco threw his grenade. And the rear door was bashed in with such force that it crushed the Guardsman, who had been so paralyzed by the Beast charge he had not fired a shot.
"This part's over. Now we need to meet Captain Farrough in the trenches." With that, Evastis started walking towards the sound of gunfire.
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