“Death to the heretics!” the officer cried, thrusting his
weapon into the air. The twisted men around him, faces hidden by their power
armor, gave an unintelligible roar in response.
“Over the top!” The man hurled himself over the barricade
and sprinted towards the orderly defensive line on the other side of the wide
street, his subordinates hot on his heels. A fusillade met them in the middle
of No Man’s Land. Most of the shots plinked off the thick plates of their
armor. Those rounds that did penetrate dropped their victims to the ground,
gurgling in agony and anger.
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