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Under-Magos Rust Inkwell leaps down from his glider and hurries across the dessicated soil of the desert plain. If the sounds of battle from up ahead are any indication of how things are proceeding, his arrival was well-timed indeed: he clutches his autogun close to his chest, praying to the machine-spirit of the weapon to grant him steadiness of aim and celerity of target-acquisition as he runs to his brother-priest's aid. | Under-Magos Rust Inkwell leaps down from his glider and hurries across the dessicated soil of the desert plain. If the sounds of battle from up ahead are any indication of how things are proceeding, his arrival was well-timed indeed: he clutches his autogun close to his chest, praying to the machine-spirit of the weapon to grant him steadiness of aim and celerity of target-acquisition as he runs to his brother-priest's aid. | ||
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It strays too close. The magos right arm shoots forward, extending impossibly on hydraulic pistons with a hiss of coolant and steam, allowing him to catch hold of the gun's rotating barrels. There is a moment of absolute stillness as the gun jams and the mutant looks down in disbelief, followed by a light like the opening of heaven itself as Ironfist's electoos erupt into incandescent radiance. The mutant jerks and dances at the end of the chaingun as the magos unleashes the tame lightnings of his heart-battery, sending torrents of electricity surging through the mutant's weapon. | It strays too close. The magos right arm shoots forward, extending impossibly on hydraulic pistons with a hiss of coolant and steam, allowing him to catch hold of the gun's rotating barrels. There is a moment of absolute stillness as the gun jams and the mutant looks down in disbelief, followed by a light like the opening of heaven itself as Ironfist's electoos erupt into incandescent radiance. The mutant jerks and dances at the end of the chaingun as the magos unleashes the tame lightnings of his heart-battery, sending torrents of electricity surging through the mutant's weapon. | ||
β | With a violent wrench, Ironfist hurls the chaingun aside and stands. The mutant tries to raise itself up, but it is too late. Taking two | + | With a violent wrench, Ironfist hurls the chaingun aside and stands. The mutant tries to raise itself up, but it is too late. Taking two bounding strides forward, Ironfist lives up to his name, punching one fist clean through the heretek's armoured chestplate, and blood fountains from the creature's mouth. |
As it topples backwards, Ironfist holds up something that pulses wetly. He regards it with curiosity, tilting his head from one side to the other. | As it topples backwards, Ironfist holds up something that pulses wetly. He regards it with curiosity, tilting his head from one side to the other. |