【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十四章:阴影 Shadows(9)
“Now… food, medical supplies… what else?” I mused as I glanced about the lushly appointed domicile.
“CEASE MOVEMENT AND SURRENDER!”
The voice was a mechanical scream pushed through a distorted vocaliser and I turned to see an Imperial servitor, one of those lobotomised flesh machines, emerged from an alcove on the wall. It’s lower half had been replaced with some kind of insectile six-legged chassis, gilded with gold for some reason, and its arms had been amputated and replaced with a weapon system consisting of four mechanical limbs, two on each side, each ending in a spiked baton which crackled with electrical discharge.
“Mm… no, I don’t think I will,” I replied after a moment before dropping the satchel and thumbing the mesh weave again to release the tension on the razorflail just as I leapt towards the hulking construct.
It moved with admirable speed, swinging all of its weapons in a complicated arcing series of blows that would have crushed me to the floor if I’d been coming straight at it.
The construct had a particularly obvious blind spot, however, which I gleefully took advantage of. For all of its forward-facing attack power, it had no ability to strike beneath it, and as I surged forward I dropped low and slid under its crossing blows.
“CEASE MOVEMENT AND SURRENDER!”
The voice was a mechanical scream pushed through a distorted vocaliser and I turned to see an Imperial servitor, one of those lobotomised flesh machines, emerged from an alcove on the wall. It’s lower half had been replaced with some kind of insectile six-legged chassis, gilded with gold for some reason, and its arms had been amputated and replaced with a weapon system consisting of four mechanical limbs, two on each side, each ending in a spiked baton which crackled with electrical discharge.
“Mm… no, I don’t think I will,” I replied after a moment before dropping the satchel and thumbing the mesh weave again to release the tension on the razorflail just as I leapt towards the hulking construct.
It moved with admirable speed, swinging all of its weapons in a complicated arcing series of blows that would have crushed me to the floor if I’d been coming straight at it.
The construct had a particularly obvious blind spot, however, which I gleefully took advantage of. For all of its forward-facing attack power, it had no ability to strike beneath it, and as I surged forward I dropped low and slid under its crossing blows.