Thick fog from the explosion instantly engulfed the entire Brig.
The heat released by the Melta Grenade raised the surrounding air to thousands of degrees in an instant, scorching the surfaces of the metal floor and walls black while vaporizing the moisture and dust in the air into a dense fog.
The fog spread, churned, and billowed through the narrow corridor, shrouding everything in a hazy white veil so thick that no one could see a hand in front of their face.
The Helmet Visors of the Justaerin Terminators glowed red in the fog, their sensors struggling to penetrate the dense haze and pinpoint the enemy.
Their breathing echoed inside their Helmets, their hearts raced in their chests, and their fingers tightened slightly on their triggers.
They waited for the fog to clear, for the enemy to appear, for Butchery to begin.
And Butchery was indeed what awaited them.
Only they would be the ones slaughtered.
Bang!
A Bolt streaked through the fog.
The sound cracked like thunder in the enclosed corridor, rebounding between the walls in a series of overlapping echoes.
Trailing a faint wake of propellant gases, the Bolt cut precisely through the fog, past the red Visors flickering in the haze, and struck its target.
One Justaerin Terminator's head instantly became a spray of blood.
The Bolt entered his left temple and detonated violently as it pierced his skull, blowing his head apart from within.
Half his head shattered, sending skull fragments flying in every direction and clattering against the walls.
White brain matter and brain cells spilled from his ruined skull, forming a sickening mixture in the fog that streamed down his neck and soaked his armor padding.
His body swayed a few times before crashing to the ground with a dull thud against the metal