Scope
The Sniper breathed slowly, nuzzling his long-las' scope. The two Eldar were in his sights.
Shoot, move, and re-aim.
The long-las spat, and one of the guardians fell. The other, the one without a helmet, dropped down to check on his dead companion. He removed a red stone from his ally's armor, carefully, before putting it in a pouch and moving on.
Disgusting. He's looting his own ally's corpse. The Sniper felt disgust at the sight.
The Sniper re-positioned himself, clambering over rubble and waiting for the Eldar to stay still.
You would attack us like this? The Commisar was right – you are arrogant and cruel. He grimaced, settling into the pile and pulling his camouflage cloak over his body. The barrel and scope of the rifle tracked the Eldar into a jewelry store. The Sniper recognized this one, he'd gotten his niece a necklace from it before the invasion. The Sniper's eyes widened as the Guardian struck down a pair of civilians.
Xenos scum...how could you?
The Sniper's long-las spat once, and the Eldar crumpled to the ground, his empty hand clenched shut. The Sniper descended down the pile, and picked off the red stones from his armor.
These should be worth something. Trophies, at least. Better not tell the Commisar, he might shoot me for stealing alien jewelry or something.
Chuckling, The Sniper left the dead Guardian on the floor, and wandered off in search of new targets.