DA short story
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Zathos lowered himself behind a wall. He knew they were close. He looked briefly over the edge of the broken window, judging the distance. Four meters down. He could make it. He stood and took a few steps back readying himself for the jump. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. There were shouts and the thuds of heavy armoured footfalls coming up the stairs.
He levelled his bolt pistol and fired three consecutive shots at the supports on the doorway, the supports cracking and buckling under the pressure. Just as the first power armoured bodies came up into the doorway, he fired one final shot at the doorframe and it collapsed, crushing the warriors beneath five floors of Ceramite. It wouldn’t hold them for long, but it was enough. Enough to buy him a few minutes.
He turned and ran towards the window, turning his shoulder towards it as he leaped, his armour smashing through the lithe window frame. He landed on his feet, already running. Two of his assailants were firing from the window, bolts struck the floor around him. He turned back, firing his pistol in the general direction, still running, not sure whether or not his shot were true, nor did he care.
Another power-armoured warrior stepped out of a building to his right. The warrior spotted Zathos and began to level his bolter, but before he was half done, Zathos drew his chainsword and swung it, cleaving neatly through the soldier’s abdomen.
A shot struck his shoulder plate and he turned to see another solder holding a bolt pistol, his own chainsword held low in his hand. He shot again, but this time Zathos was ready and he dodged before running forwards, a knife in his hand. He lowered himself and skidded under a shot before leaping at the marine, forcing the knife into his opponent’s eye. Blood jetted briefly and Zathos kicked the sprawling body aside, already continuing his escape. As he left through the back door he dropped two grenades in the doorframe. The explosion collapsed the building and hopefully delayed anyone else inside.
He ran towards another building, seeing another opponent coming through an empty doorway. He twisted and leapt forward, smashing through the wall, right next to the warrior.
He ran through alleyways and rounded a corner into a huge square. In the centre was a figure in Jet-black armour, he stood alone and turned to face Zathos.
The unfamiliar sensation of fear prickled down Zathos’ spine, he stepped forwards, his hood obscuring his darting eyes. He drew his chainsword and issued a wordless challenge. The figure nodded and stepped forwards.
The Black-armoured warrior shouted across the courtyard. “I am Interrogator-Chaplain Leontus of the Dark Angels chapter. You are a traitor and I am charged with absolving you of your sins. Will you admit you treachery and repent?”
“You know the answer to that, Chaplain.” Spat Zathos. He ran forwards, Blade raised towards the Chaplain, who remained motionless. A shot struck Zathos in the chest and he twisted away from it. Dark green armoured warriors were filing into the courtyard, bolters raised.
Zathos looked around, seeing no way out.
“I have fought across a thousand battlefields, over four hundred years!” Spat Zathos. "I have battled alongside your Primarch, Lion El'johnson!"
there was a hiss of rage from the chaplain at the mention of the name of his patron and spiritual father.
"I have even set eyes upon the countenance of the Emperor himself!" Roared Zathos. "And yet you dare to face me?"
He looked into the chaplain’s soulless skull mask, there was no pity, no remorse in any of the Dark Angels’ faceplates.
He dropped the chainsword and the bolt pistol. Seven Dark angels warriors came forwards, slowly bolters still raised. Zathos' wrists seemed to flicker and two blurs spun from his fingertips. The knives embedded themselves cleanly in the throat of one marine and the stomach of another. A third Dark Angel stepped forwards and Zathos grabbed his outstreched arm, spinning him round with unexpected force. There was the unmistakeable sound of bones snapping and the ceramite plates of the warrior's gauntlet buckling under the pressure. Zathos kicked the marine down to the floor, before crushing the helmet and head under a mighty boot. A fist came from nowhere and struck Zathos on the head, he span and collapsed on his knees.
The Chaplain stepped forward, a set of heavy shackles in his hands. Two soldiers forced his wrists up to face the thick chains. Zathos stared into the eye sockets of the Chaplain. He opened his clenched fists.
Six small pieces of metal dropped From Zathos’ hands. The Chaplain looked down at them, then up at Zathos.
“Emperor curse you, traitor.”
The grenade pins clattered to the floor. The grenades on Zathos’ belt all detonated, ending the confrontation in a scream of fire.
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