The son of the Luna Wolves fired as he shouted to the brother behind him, "Get moving, brother! Are those wheels just for decoration?"
"First of all, these aren't wheels. This is a ground combat platform." The Iron Hands warrior was clearly displeased that his brother had insulted his handiwork.
His entire body bristled with weapons, far more than even an ordinary Techmarine carried. Two wheels were mounted on his prosthetic legs, and his feet could move up and down. Lowering them to the ground put him in bipedal mode; raising them turned him into a wheeled fire-support platform.
Rather than an Astartes, he was more like the machine spirit of a "Light Heavy-Fire Super-Fast Support Platform."
The engine roared, and this Iron Hands speed freak, heavily influenced by his White Scars brothers, began his performance. He bent his knees and crouched, and several different weapons deployed from his mechanical backpack and thundered. After just one volley, the Malevolent Warriors felt as though they were fighting an entire company's firepower.
The Iron Hands warriors' mechanical backpacks were so powerful that people often overlooked their prosthetics. If an Iron Hands warrior's arm looked "normally proportioned," that meant it was packed with deadly contraptions.
The paper-thin casing of his arm fell away, and grenades attached to the prosthetic began scattering across the battlefield. Piston Bolts made him look like an Automated Sentry.
Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but destruction.
Thirty Malevolent Warriors had been surrounded by twenty power-armoured veterans of the Crimson Tide.
There was a tiny little problem with the numbers, but their firepower was indeed several times that of the Malevolent Warriors.
Aside from the few who had charged forward, every warrior who emerged unleashed several times the Malevolent Warriors' firepower. The cover built by the Underhive gangs crumbled