SPACE WOLF
the weapons the dead Space Marine Nightman carried with him. One thing is clear: whoever threw it had no thought for the life of his comrade. Ragnar was surrounded at night by people screaming that if a grenade went off nearby, everyone would die. Even in his half-stunned state, Ragnar knew his armor was incapable of hitting a stun grenade. He could hear the damage in the atonal wailing of the servos, and the flashing red icons in his reading book told their own bleak tale. He knew he only had one chance, and it depended on how short the explosive fuse was. As he approached, he raised himself with the flat side of his chainsword, hoping that the impact of the blow would not trigger the drea
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