Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150721115811/@comment-26809040-20150816020851

At that moment, the door across the hanger from the guardians opened, and let loose a tide of cultists. The ones in front dashed forward with no reguard for thier own saftey whatsoever, screaming "Praise the night!" and cluching the deatonators to thier explosive laiden harness. The ones who followed them were more of the normal sort, but properly armoured and coordinated, spreading out to take cover around the hanger. The last foes though the door were a pair of hulking, muscle bound cultists, clad in salvaged titan fieldplate, and pumped full of steroids and painkillers, as well as the dark one himself.

The hulking cultists each hefted a heavy MG at seprate targets: one hip firing at scythe as he dashed from cover to cover, and the other slamming rounds into the chaingun on the underside of bad mother, severing the exposed ammo feed.

The dark one himself watched as the guardians retreated to thier jumpship, infurated that they thought they could escape his cluches. Taking slow, careful aim rather than emptying the clip, he sent a single bullet from the chance into the hunter's arm, the light wielder stumbeling behind a peice of cover from the impact.

However, a stray bullet from the firefight managed to find its way through a window, and into the skull of the cultist in the control room. The unlucky fanatic slumped onto the control panel, unintentionally activating the opening sequence of the hanger doors...