I fired my hellgun from the hip, full auto, full power, each
blast hitting a foe. I didn't even have to aim actually, just swing my weapon
left and right, such were their numbers of the enemy. But for each one slain,
another would take it's place. They kept coming...
A lucky shot clipped my right shoulder, throwing of my aim long enough for a
mutant to hit me in the torso, my battered armour shattering under the impact,
my gut penetrated by fragments of armour and ammo.
I lost hold of my gun and slid to the ground, my against the wall. I could not
fight anymore, I could feel my life draining from me, so as a final taunt to the
foes I tore of my rebreather mask and helmet, staring at them with deviance.
I wanted to stare death straight in the eye...
But the Emperor did not want me to die on that faithful day, as His Angels of
vengeance descended, exacting His holy vengeance.
My heart skipped a beat as Seraphim graciously came down, a bolt pistol in each
hand, snapping of shots as they landed and leapt forth through the ruins. One
landed near me, graciously landing in a slight crouch, both pistols being
emptied into the enemy before turning to me.
I could have had a fever or suffered from delusions from the blood loss, but as
she crouched down to me it seemed as if she had had halo of pure light
surrounding her. She put an assuring hand on my shoulder.
'Rest brave warrior,' She said with pride. 'You have given your best.' She
leaned forward and pressed her lips on my fore head. 'The Emperor protects the
brave.' She said, stepping back and as graciously as she had landed, she flew
back into the fray.
A medic found me not long after that and took me to an outpost. From that day
onwards, I felt blessed as if by the Emperor himself...
