Marten stayed low, and moved down the trench. Plasma beams streaked across the sky above him, a patchwork of colors that would have been beautiful if they weren’t trying to kill him and the entire fifteenth infantry.
Kravlik stopped him as he passed.
“Hey Anders,” he said, gesturing over the edge of the trench toward the enemy line, “I think I see your mo-”
A purple beam went through his outstretched hand, continued through his skull, and burned into the back wall of the trench. What little blood wasn’t cauterized splashed onto Marten’s face. He instinctively crouched lower.
“Man down!” He said into his comm. Nobody stopped to see which of their brothers had fallen. The mourning would come later, always later.
Marten pushed Kravlik’s body against the side of the trench. What was a soldier 5 seconds ago was just something else to trip over during a retreat.
An explosion shook him off his feet, and turned the sky white. An inhuman roar filled the air.
“Oh good,” he thought. “The psykers are here.”
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