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5/29/2016 9:59:41 PM
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[i][b]Bracheous watched these men in awe when he had the briefest of moments between combat, but he continued to attack with the fury and speed befitting of a Crimson Scar. He would truly have made the Great Khan, Jaghatai, proud from how he fought. [/b][/i]
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The corpses began piling, slowing down their assault to the point where it was useless to attack. But again, Tyranids didn't understand the concept of strategy, simply mindless charge. So they were being killed off in strides, until none were left.
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[i][b]Bracheous' armour was stained in the blood of the Tyranids, giving a truly frightening look to his figure. The Chainsword stopped roaring loudly as the blade stopped spinning, leaving the silence and the corpses. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Let us keep moving, brothers. The hive is still nearby."[/i]
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[i][b]Bracheous stayed silent and followed the group, his gun at the ready. [/b][/i]
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They moved down the lengthy hallway, which had been erroded by Tyranid pollution. The metal walls soon began to resemble a twisted hive more than a space ship.
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"Khsa..." [i][b]Bracheous had said to himself, a word from his native tongue. It was different than the usual English, but it was at least recognizable by the Imperium forces if they learned the tongue before. [/b][/i]
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They moved down the decrepit path. [u]"This way, brothers."[/u] Damien led them deeper within the hive, towards the central chamber.
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[i][b]Bracheous kept having eerie feelings as he moved, although he had chosen to suppress them as he moved. [/b][/i]
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The Kill Team moved with unparalleled professionalism and tact, like he had never seen before. It was as if destroying Tyranid hives was possible to do in their sleep for them.
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[i][b]He took note of their movements, tactics and essentially everything about these people. It was not often you had the chance to fight alongside people like this, and for Bracheous it was a humbling experience. [/b][/i]
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[u]"Be wary, brothers. I see Genestealers roaming about."[/u] said damien as he scoured the hive with his mile-wide sensor.
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[i][b]Genestealers, the one thing that Bracheous had any slight bit of intrigue for. Nonetheless though, he suppressed any urges to get a good look at them, and stayed ready for a fight. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Be careful, brothers. Especially you, Bracheous. Genestealers are among the deadliest things those wretched hives may spawn."[/i]
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Edited by JayTea: 5/30/2016 7:57:06 PM"Believe me, if all the things I've fought, Genestealers are at the very top of the "scary" list. And this means I'll be wary."
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[u]"They come near, brothers. Thirty meters away."[/u]
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"Do we have numbers?"
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[u]"Dozens. Twenties."[/u] [i]"Battle positions, Jericho."[/i]
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[i][b]Bracheous took the que and decided to utilize one of his personal favourite tactics. He stood near the back of the group and around the left side, preparing for the onslaught. [/b][/i]
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They took a similar stance to earlier, except that Bracheous and the Chaplain were covering Damien, since there were more branching corridors around them.
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[i][b]He stayed by Damien, his weapons at the ready. He was in the mood to kill some -blam!-ing Genestealers, and he was going to mount the head on a damned wall when he gets back to the base. [/b][/i]
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They began their attack, as they started to pour from the corridors. The Deathwatch marines began to open fire, immediately starting to burn through their ranks.
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[i][b]Bracheous wasn't going to lie, he was inexperienced with Genestealers. But for a first-timer, he held his own well enough as he fired his Bolter, using the Chainsword as a defensive weapon if anything got too close. [/b][/i]
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Given support by his battle-brothers, the team fended off the assault with expertise, never letting the Genestealers get a hit on them.
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[i][b]And when the bodies fell limp to the floor, each bleeding from the holes, Bracheous stopped firing and reloading. The white smoke trailed from the white and crimson barrel of the Bolter pistol, floating into the sky as it faded into nothingness. [/b][/i]
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The rythmic booming of the cannons, like a musical bass, echoed through the sector. [i]"We need to move, brothers! More will be coming!"[/i]
