Galathil unsheathed his long rifle lithely, on his knees, sighting the rapidly approaching genestealers. Taking two quick shots, each one dropping a fell creature, he almost felt pity for the disgusting creatures, but didn't want to waste the emotion one such beasts.
As much as he was enjoying his self, pegging another one, he knew they couldn't stick around much longer.
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