Join Date: May 2008
Location: Heywood England
Dimitri landed heavily, and with practised care, assessed the situation unfolding before him, The psyker was on his knees about to be executed by a heretic. under his breath, Dimitri swore "shit" and ran forwards, flamer at the ready, through the rubble. He was almost at minimum effective range when the heretics head exploded into a large fountain of red gore.
Reeling back from the gore, he saw the psyker become covered in blood, which was rapidly soaking the floor.
The heretics body stumbled around for a few seconds before it fell to the floor- a lifeless lump, yet it still continued pouring blood out of the stump.
Dimitri ran to the stricken psykers aid, and crouched down beside him and let off a wide arc of flame, catching two heretics in the blaze, they started to scream as the burning promethium coating their skin ate away at the nerve endings, and one sprinted forwards.
Dimitri pulled out his fathers beloved bolt pistol, took careful aim and fired. once. twice. three times.
The heretic fell backwords, propelled by the force of the projectiles, and writhed for a few seconds, until Dimitri walked up to him,looked him in the eye, sighed, and squeezed off a round point blank into the mans face.Dimitri then holstered his pistol, withdrew his flamer, and looked around for more targets too engage.
Zachary, James McGill.: going batshit insane since 1994 and still going!