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12/10/10(Fri)18:14 No.13103889"Larney. Larney! LARNEY!!!"
Larney, Devastator of Khorne, snapped out of his trance and took his finger off the trigger. The shooting and the splatter of gore stopped and he looked to his companions.
"What!?" This was less an angry demand and more a sincerely surprised query, like Larney had been having a religious experience.
"Stop wasting ammo, it's dead," Repeated the noise marine, chewing on some local confectionery that he really shouldn't been able to get his hands on considering the locale was now rubble.
Larney then looked at what he was shooting and remembered indeed they had helped killed this thing, a Tyranid Hierophant. And for the past ten minutes he had been attempting to reduce its head to mush with a careful application of bullets.
"Shouldn't you be trying to take it's head off anyway? Ya know, skulls for the skull throne?"
"Yeah, I have to liquefy the skull in the materium so that Lord Khorne may have it in the immaterium."
"Hey Larney!" A sorceror of Tzeentch stepped from behind the Heirophant's corpse. It was certainly large enough thing to investigate, "I hate to tell you this but that's not how the warp works. By the way, your dog is trying to bite the tyranid's balls off."
"How's it doing?"
The sorceror leaned back, looking over the hierophant's partially mulched head and down to where presumably the point between its back legs would be, "Considering that tyranids don't have genitals, not very good."
"He's gonna be pretty disappointed." |