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As Specialist Corvin hunkered down in the little room that he had secured after the small cult scouting party had been taken care of. He had used 2 more rounds of his shotgun to take care of the 2 cultists who had come into the room unaware of his presence, he again voxed Sergeant Decimus again in hopes of receiving a response, he would not fail the emperor and he certainly would not die here.

As Godric stared in rapt awe at the Slaaneshi cultists, a shadow moved up behind him. With a bestial snarl, Vors hooked his rifle around the Imperial dogs neck and began to choke him. "No one makes a fool out of me, dog. NO ONE!" he screamed, before trying to saw the Imperial's head of with the blades on his gun. But Godric was a big man, and managed to grab his attackers houlders. With a roar, he threw Vors over his head, and he smashed into a wall.
The blood pacter lay still for a moment, before jumping to his feet and discarding his now broken rifle. Drawing a small knife, he charged Godric with a bloodcurdling scream, pure hatred burning in his eyes.Godric swung his rifle butt at Vors' head, but it was deftly blocked. Turning the knife around, Vors began a brutal downward strike right towards the Guardsmen's kneck, and Godric knew he only had 1 chance. Dropping his gun and lowering his head, he broke into a rugby tackle, knocking him from his feet downward leading shaft. The two mens eyes met for a moment, contempt simmering in them. Then Vors tumbled into the dark pit, and Godric stopped abruptly, just managing to stop himself falling too. Looking over the side, Godric couldn't see the bottem, and heard no thud-but no could survive such a fall, could they? Picking up his rifle, Godric let his breathing return to normal, and limped off towards the Slaaneshi cultists.