Ok guys here is two chapters
I didn't quite like the last 2 lines in chapter 8 but I couldn't really think of something else
Anyway I hope you like it
Chapter 7
Indeed, two figures following you in a last man standing contest was not the best news. The two figures were also very persistent, no matter how long I ran, weaved and zigzagged around and behind objects they were always behind me. Eventually I had enough, I powered up my lasgun and I dropped to one knee- prepared to fight. I then made out the two figures. One was a giant hulking chaos space marine with a massive powerfist and a glowing plasma pistol. The other figure was a man dressed in a cadian uniform however it was ripped and faded. He also had a tentacle for an arm and nose looked more like an angry bull’s. It was a traitor guardsman. I felt sick- these were soldiers who had turned away from the emperor’s light and followed the despicable gods of chaos.
I muttered a quick prayer to the emperor
“Your false emperor will not save you weakling” boomed the chaos space marine
“He’s right, why the emperor would want to save you is a mystery” piped in Saladin
“Even your guide thinks you cannot win” hissed the traitor guardsmen.
At that the traitor charged, his lap pistol blasting and his power sword unsheathed. I returned fire with quick blasts from my lasgun. We stood, 20 metres apart blasting each other with our las weaponry.
After about ten minutes later we were still firing each at each other, both unharmed from our lasguns or laspistols.
“Screw this, it will take forever if we keep shooting” yelled the traitor, he then charged with his power weapon
Not good I thought. Although I had easily survived any laser hits, a power sword was a different weapon. I would be split in half by its sheer awesomeness alone never mind its ability to cut through anything. I only had enough time for one shot left till I was charged. With my lasgun powered to full, I felt I gave the most accurate shot of my life.
The traitor was struck in the eye, while not doing any permeant damage however it did blind him. The traitor then slipped while charging and fell on his power sword- disembowelling himself. I had killed the traitor!
Saladin and the chaos space marine could only stare at my victory (well, fluke) with their mouths opened in shock.
Chapter 8
“Right now little guardsmen, you may have defeated my accomplice but your luck won’t hold out against me” snarled the chaos space marine.
“Just make sure you have your cosy 3+ armour save available” I retorted
The chaos space marine’s smiling face turned into pure hatred and anger.
“Oh great” sighed Saladin. “This guy is one of the most savage, brutal and best close combat fighters in the galaxy and you just pissed him off, I just hope you have your flashlight ready.”
With that the chaos space marine charged whilst roaring obscenities which would have made the word censor go crazy. I picked up the traitors power weapon in one hand and I held my lasgun with the bayonet in the other. I let off numerous well aimed shots however they seemed to have no affect on the chaos space marine at all. Then it was close combat. I thrust with my bayonet, but the chaos space marine caught it with his powerfist and crushed it, crushing the bayonet as well in his mighty hand. Then with a punch he got me right in the chest with his powerfist. I flew twenty metres backwards and slammed into the wall. I gasped for breath- at least a few of my ribs were broken, which was not good. Before I could even get to my feet or reach for my powersword the chaos space marine was standing above me. He had his plasma pistol aimed point Blanc range at my head.
“Well, you certainly scared me little guardsmen” laughed the chaos space marine- with obvious sarcasm in his voice. “Now you must die.”
With that he pulled the trigger. The plasma pistol discharged, right on the chaos space marine’s face.
The chaos space marine screamed and tried to wipe the plasma discharge from his face but it was in vain. His head slowly melted and his body dropped to the floor- he was dead.
“Well the dice god’s like you today or this story has a really bad plot” said Saladin.
“Yeah probably both but better not bad mouth the story, unless you want your beard on fire again” I gasped
Saladin nodded in agreement while stroking the cinders of his once proud beard
“We’d better get moving, the fight is sure to have made a noise and will attract other competitors and I need to recover” I gasped, still recovering from the heavy blow I had sustained.
With that I picked up the powersword and the traitor guardsmen’s laspistol and, with Saladin, I began jogging to a safer place.
Hope you enjoyed it