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"Emperor preserve us," Grapple intoned. His first blast was overshadowed by an immense orbital-grade bombardment; and even that failed to kill the creature, despite almost taking Grapple's arms off.

He staggered back away from the blast while it lasted, and then watched in horror as the Daemon continued to march forward, intent on its prize. As much as he hated to admit it, their survival may have hinged on the woman not being sacrificed for Daemon's power.

Once the initial blast from above ended, Grapple made a decision he would probably not survive to regret; but if they couldn't kill this thing, the liklihood of it hunting down the rest of the regiment seemed rather high.

"For the Emperor," he muttered, charging forward across the scorched earth. "For the Emperor," he then shouted, with much more conviction. He stopped short just inside the fog- he would not walk further under that if he could help it- and unleashed another blast from his Melta. This time, he aimed for the arm of the beast, most specifically the one out-stretched to grab the woman.

With luck and the Emperor's guidance, it would shear the limb off cleanly.


Tiger watched the events proceed from his point of cover. For a brief moment, his vision shadowed over; the words of the Daemon infected his mind, veiled the true threat. But then he returned to full clarity. He would not be so easily swayed.

It was still a matter of concern that the new arrival, flying as it was, had little care for the others' survival. If he hadn't seen Grapple charging back into the fray- like a bloody mad-man- he would have thought him dead, by the burst of energy.

As such Tiger decided that keeping his sights on this new arrival was prudent.