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The enemy skimmers zoomed towards La'kunas defensive position. The three broadsides brought in to take out the vehicles did their work well, as two of the horrific chunks of metal were pulled burning from the sky. The aliens still effortlessly jumped down from the burning wrecks, seemingly untroubled with their destruction. The range finders in La'kunas helmet tracked the nearest foe, and the moment they came into range he opened fire. He fired shot after shot, hardly even aiming them, but it was if his anger guided his deadly missiles, as foe after foe crumpled under his fire. Then one of their strange transports roared past and in but a moment an object of his hate was upon him. His pulse rifle was torn from his grip and sent flying, clattering across the ground. His thought turn to how he found survive.I'm practised at hand-to-hand, a barbaric way to kill but I'm good at it. It's why I'm called swift blade. Just need to focus my anger and use my bondin... he was caught mid-thought by two vicious hits, one bounced harmlessly off his armour but the other struck deep into his left shoulder. Blue blood splurted out and the warrior heartlessly laughed. Now my anger is focused thought La'kunas and his hand darted for his bonding knife and stabbed effortlessly forwards. La'kunas kept his eyes closed. If this hit failed, so would his life, chance of revenge, and the hopes of any captured Tau. La'kunas hesitatingly opened his eyes. The warrior was dead. La'kunas' bonding knife in his neck. A cheer rose from his squad as La'kunas basking in besting his foe at his type of combat. Then he hurried to recover his pulse rifle, for the battle was not yet over.