Sorry, had to take a call.
You work through the pain, dropping into a roll. Your chest creaks, but you ignore it – the only thing that matters right now is the disgusting, but, you’ll admit, pretty damn appreciated xeno weapon lying on the floor in front of you. The moment you feel your hands around its weight, you’re on one knee, swivelling about and taking aim at the armoured Eldar at the end of the room.
A single tug of the trigger fires off a burst of crystalline projectiles, but the creature is already moving, throwing its weight to the side and bringing its arms up to protect its face. You see – and definitely hear – a pair of splinters dig through the monster’s armour and embed themselves somewhere in the soft tissue of its forearms.
As the adrenaline begins to level out, though, you can’t help but notice that both the PDF troopers are lying in pools of their own blood, and their targets look unnerved, but otherwise immaculate. Behind them, through the doorway, you can see the two Eldar that left previously rushing towards the room.
Beside you, though, you can still hear the sounds of brawling. The Krieger, presumably.