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sing your life wrote:1 Tactical marine could probably kill 2000 citizens without breaking a sweat

Melissia wrote:Let's not get too deep in to the usual marine-glorification rants.

So, this isn't canon at all, merely a piece of fan-fiction I wrote for a battle report. Towards the end, some Imperial Guard conscripts get assaulted by a strike squad of space marines. This is my depiction for how a bunch of poorly-armed people might accomplish the feat of killing space marines (and thus how your average peasant might):



One of the giant enemy whirled down with his massive blade, literally cutting a conscript in two. Those around him, somehow steeled into action, attacked the armored knight back. Two of them grabbed the enemy's arm and tried to jerk the weapon out of his hands. Another pair tied to push him over, causing the enemy to fall back onto the ground. A fifth conscript reached down and held his other arm while a sixth wrenched the enemy's helmet off and punched his face with a rock.

Things didn't go so well for the enemy sergeant either.



The guardsmen were swarming around him like a cloud of angry hornets. He attempted to come down with his hammer, but the guardsmen scattered away from his blows, only to form back into the void when his hammer had passed by. He cried out in shock as several guardsman grabbed on to his great weapon and instigated a tug-of-war to free it from his grasp. Others pulled him in every direction at once. Someone threw a potato at him, the spud bouncing off of his visor.

With coordinated effort, the conscripts managed to disarm the sergeant and force him to the ground. They started kicking and poking him. The sergeant writhed on the ground, desperate to get back up, but being pinned down by the sheer weight of them. His power armor started to fail as various wires and bits of hosing were ripped out. Piece by piece, he was being ripped apart.

Somehow, his helmet got wrenched free. Above him stood a guardsman holding a bloody rock.

The world went dark.