'Ah shit, damn recruits aren't good for anything yet.'
He fires into the grate blindly, hitting one of the creatures in its eyes, and pushes everything in the room aside in his rush to get to where the scream came from.
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*A tyranid tears through a vent from overhead, landing right on top of you - your gun is knocked of your hand as more approach, covered in the blood of your allies*
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I grab it by its neck, and slam my Power Fist into its stomach, splattering the unfortunate bastard all over the room. I grab my pistols, attach them to my magnetic holsters, and move towards Hydra Companies comms building.