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They moved down the lengthy hallway, which had been erroded by Tyranid pollution. The metal walls soon began to resemble a twisted hive more than a space ship.
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[i][b]Bracheous wasn't going to lie, he was inexperienced with Genestealers. But for a first-timer, he held his own well enough as he fired his Bolter, using the Chainsword as a defensive weapon if anything got too close. [/b][/i]
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[i][b]And when the bodies fell limp to the floor, each bleeding from the holes, Bracheous stopped firing and reloading. The white smoke trailed from the white and crimson barrel of the Bolter pistol, floating into the sky as it faded into nothingness. [/b][/i]
