This Thing Don't Look So Tough

[13-Jzall]

13 chose the path with the town, as he entered it was as if the houses themselves had noticed. The biomass on them attempting to hug the walls of each house as he passed by them. In the street, men and women walked around, each dressed in near identical white shirts and blue jeans. 13 got onto the roof of a nearby house and walked past the crowd. Occasionally, one looked around and their blank eyes passed him but nothing happened. 13 jumped off the roof into the middle of the swarm, one saw him and began to scream. Their body blackened as armour began to cover their bodies, claws replaced their hands and spikes appeared randomly on them. Just as 13 shot them in the head the rest of the group turned around and began to transform in the same way. He shot down a few more but as his last bullet hit another grunt, it just made some of the armour fall down with the skin underneath appearing bright orange. He ran out of the group with them running towards him, snarling and tripping over each other. As 13 rounded the corner he encountered something running on all fours towards him, their back covered in spikes which had yellow bubbles dotting them. 13 got out a powder grenade and threw it at the bubbles, blowing up the creature but alerting more of the roaches to his location. 13 quickly threw a grenade at the nearest house, lit it up and ran into the closest bit of shelter he could find as the hoard went to examine the noise.ll


13 quickly searched the ground, trying to find anything that could help. He found a flechette blaster, a weapon normally used by the Sicarians of the Adeptus Mechancius. He had spare ammo for it, of course, but at the same time it was going to be interesting to see how well he could use it. The gun already had ammo in its clip and a dormant machine spirit in its targeting systems. 13 coaxed it back into life and walked out of the cover back into the battle, holding a gun in each mechadendrite and the Red Axe in his hands. 13 began to take down the grunts and breachers, he didn’t know why those were the names he chose but they seemed the most natural. His pistol took down a grunt every second shot with three more falling with each quick “DAKKA” of the flechette blaster. As they ran up to meet 13, he cleaved off their arms or head with each swipe of his axe and it almost seemed like the horde would be defeated and he could escape. Then, a ring of red thorns appeared around him, slowly working their way into his arms and stopping his movement. A woman covered in red spikes leapt out of the ground and kicked down 13, screeching at him. Just as he was getting up, a hulking figure covered in black plates crashed into him and sent 13 flying into a floating yellow abomination who threw a black goo into his eyes, knocking the ranger out.

13 woke up in the middle of a road, most of his injuries healed. He slowly stood up and looked around, the village was still there, but he had somehow been moved onto the other path. 13 memorised the location of it when he could start a one man crusade against the xenos, abhumans and heretics of the Moors. He continued on his path, closer than ever to the Terrasque.