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5/31/2016 12:06:04 AM
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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]
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"Emperor guide my hand." [i][b]Bracheous had said to himself. He reloaded his gun merrily, before he stood ready for the fight. [/b][/i]
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The mass of terminator armour moved in sync, headed towards the heart of the hive all the while repelling the enemy forces that assaulted them.
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[i][b]Bracheous moved relatively close to the back of the group, picking off stragglers that would come behind the force. [/b][/i]
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The corpses piled and piled, scratches hit the shields of the Terminators, but their claws did not breal through.
