Cú was besieged on all sides, and while their attacks never seemed to make it through, the horrible diseases and rot couldn’t be good for him, and once again I found myself on the ground. Lupus was also tossed but managed to grab the ships edge. I thought balance like that was impossible, but he simply palmed the boats thin ridge and stopped his fall.
More cultists flowed out of the woods and into the bog while the ship drew closer. This would prove to be a fatal error on their part. Shots tore through their flesh and the witch was dead. Uriel continued to live up to her…”name”. The other cultist caught in the hail of rounds lived, but did not fare much better. Dum dum rounds seemed to be the ammunition used, and they were truly lethal.
Cú swung his sword at another of the many beasts near him, and as before it was wounded. Lupus simply rolled his hand and skillfully ended up in the water. It seems he was planning to cut off the cultists that came from the land. I couldn’t help but find the differences between us funny. He made it look easy but once again I had to take my time to stand. I left my Creed-9 on the floor and drew my tranter. I aimed, I fired, and the heavy round pushed itself through the wooden cages and punching a deep hole into the beast that was drowning Conrad. Beasts continued to charge, and rip would soon be drawn into melee. With this in mind she dropped her gun and drew a chainsword
Wait, where the hell did she get that from?