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What was previously dead quiet was a brawl as the robots quickly began closing the gap between them. Lorch could hear dozens of footsteps as he came face to face with a man sized robot with a large stock for a hand. As he sent it out of the way the weapon began to crackle as if the Machine Spirit within thought it was going to hit flesh with that very strike.
He was an Astartes though. He will not fall to some simple machine!
In the moments Lorch could see his fellows the other side was being blanketed with lasfire. The Astartes stood resolute against the small arms fire with only a few falling though to strike a Skitarii. Some of them did not suffer a grievous wound while others crumbled from such an attack.
Just like behind him Lorch saw as a series of those turrets, with legs imbedded into the wall mounted themselves and began to fire into the hall. Being in a brawl Lorch could not block those in front of him from the attack, but quickly his Battle Brother who was saved rose up and took a series of strikes. Some of them Lorch noticed were digging into the armor and ripping apart the Astarte’s muscle.
Lorch quickly brought his weapon around and with immense strength cut through the chest of the machine. Well, whatever you could call the chest of such a bulky construct. In that moment he was relieved of combat but already he could hear more coming.
The AI wanted them dead here and now. It was not wasting any resources in preserving its life and would take them out here and now.
>Rush into the power room and set an explosive in there. We cannot risk fighting too long.
>HOLD THE LINE!
>Break into the hallway and start the slaughter. If Lorch dies, at least he takes a lot of these machines with him.
