BEESTIING HAS MAE CONTACT
The Moon belonged to the Hive, but Genbu was putting that matter into question.
Rifle rounds thudded into their chitinous targets, the massive shells erupting on contact with the skin, explosive rounds ripping through Thrall and Knight alike. His aim wasn’t as true as usual, given that the other hand had, in fat fingers, the grip of a Knight’s own sword, the reek of the Hive oozing off it as Genbu slowly retreated back up the hill. The Hive was swarming now, and he would have to fall back and reassess his position. There was work to do, so fleeing in full was no option.
Massive footfalls dug into the lunar dust at the peak of the hill, and Genbu reloaded, the swarm rushing up to meet him.
If there was ever a time for backup, this was it.