12-13-2015, 02:23 PM
Streaks of cobalt rushed through the structure, the Ultramarines seemingly oblivious to the damage they wrought to the local infrastructure. Thick, ceramite shoulder-pads burst through doorframes and heavy boots crushed furniture underfoot.
“Target acquired,” one of the four men shouted as he opened fire, bullets the size of fists ripping across the void between the building they stood in and the one the criminals fled to. There was a puff of feathers and the sound of breaking wood, and one of the targets was neutralized.
The Space Marine’s targets lay only the width of a narrow alleyway, and were stalled by the death of their companion. The enforcers of the Emperor’s Will moved swiftly.
Luger, Crash, and Stuart turned their heads to the sound of shattering glass and bending steel. The Ultramarines exploded into the room, their blessed bolters already firing. Luger hit the ground almost instantly, retaliating with a hail of sub-machine gun fire, her attacks shattering over their armor like little more than a child’s playthings. Crash and Stuart were slower to react, staring wide-eyed as the massive law-enforcers trudged towards them.
When the squad leader drew his chain-sword, there was no warning. There were no options to surrender. Not a single phrase was uttered from the time it left his hip, the teeth spinning wildly around its length, and the time it was buried into Crash Bandicoot’s shoulder.
Thankfully for all involved, Crash came from a land without gore, and instead shouted, “Woah!” performed a dizzy pirouette, and fall onto his back. His body lay for a moment, unbreathing and unmoving, and slowly began to fade away into a white fog.
Stuart was only able to stop his slack-jawed stare when Crash was well and truly dead, reaching his hand out, and shouting, “Crash! No!”
“Target acquired,” one of the four men shouted as he opened fire, bullets the size of fists ripping across the void between the building they stood in and the one the criminals fled to. There was a puff of feathers and the sound of breaking wood, and one of the targets was neutralized.
The Space Marine’s targets lay only the width of a narrow alleyway, and were stalled by the death of their companion. The enforcers of the Emperor’s Will moved swiftly.
Luger, Crash, and Stuart turned their heads to the sound of shattering glass and bending steel. The Ultramarines exploded into the room, their blessed bolters already firing. Luger hit the ground almost instantly, retaliating with a hail of sub-machine gun fire, her attacks shattering over their armor like little more than a child’s playthings. Crash and Stuart were slower to react, staring wide-eyed as the massive law-enforcers trudged towards them.
When the squad leader drew his chain-sword, there was no warning. There were no options to surrender. Not a single phrase was uttered from the time it left his hip, the teeth spinning wildly around its length, and the time it was buried into Crash Bandicoot’s shoulder.
Thankfully for all involved, Crash came from a land without gore, and instead shouted, “Woah!” performed a dizzy pirouette, and fall onto his back. His body lay for a moment, unbreathing and unmoving, and slowly began to fade away into a white fog.
Stuart was only able to stop his slack-jawed stare when Crash was well and truly dead, reaching his hand out, and shouting, “Crash! No!”