【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十四章：阴影 Shadows(15)
More bolter fire, and I narrowed my eyes as I picked out the individual sounds.
“Seven, nine… no, just seven weapons now,” I counted multiple shots, a few cutting off here and there, with the distinctly unhealthy barking pattern of noise that Orkish shootas made, but the other three had smooth, sharp reports.
Imperial bolters, but more specifically…
I dropped the satchel on the balcony and hared off towards the gunfire. It was picking up in earnest, and it was coming from what looked like an Imperial shrine, a small one, so a chapel I supposed, and it was embossed with the Imperial eagle along the high archway that made up its broken-open entrance. The embellishments around the eagle, though, carried the repeating pattern of that three-petaled flower tattoo that decorated Alessandra’s cheek, confirming my suspicions.
Those bolters weren’t just Imperial, they were the same mark of weapon that Alessandra used.
I had barely landed on the roof of the chapel as the weapons fire ceased, and I cursed under my breath as I dropped to a blown-out window, and I peered inside.
Seven Orks; four dead, two lightly wounded, the other looked unscathed. In the middle of the chapel were three women with pale hair the same snowy color of Alessandra’s, splayed out in a wash of their own gore, cut down by a hail of bolter fire from the surviving Orks. The women had put up an admirable fight, but in the end there were just too many Orks, and that was going to be the case for most of these little holdouts.
“Seven, nine… no, just seven weapons now,” I counted multiple shots, a few cutting off here and there, with the distinctly unhealthy barking pattern of noise that Orkish shootas made, but the other three had smooth, sharp reports.
Imperial bolters, but more specifically…
I dropped the satchel on the balcony and hared off towards the gunfire. It was picking up in earnest, and it was coming from what looked like an Imperial shrine, a small one, so a chapel I supposed, and it was embossed with the Imperial eagle along the high archway that made up its broken-open entrance. The embellishments around the eagle, though, carried the repeating pattern of that three-petaled flower tattoo that decorated Alessandra’s cheek, confirming my suspicions.
Those bolters weren’t just Imperial, they were the same mark of weapon that Alessandra used.
I had barely landed on the roof of the chapel as the weapons fire ceased, and I cursed under my breath as I dropped to a blown-out window, and I peered inside.
Seven Orks; four dead, two lightly wounded, the other looked unscathed. In the middle of the chapel were three women with pale hair the same snowy color of Alessandra’s, splayed out in a wash of their own gore, cut down by a hail of bolter fire from the surviving Orks. The women had put up an admirable fight, but in the end there were just too many Orks, and that was going to be the case for most of these little holdouts.
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