Urban Jungle

The Sniper grimaced as he pulled the tourniqet shut around his leg. He'd already lost far too much blood already. He slowly tried to stand up and topped over into the wall. Damn. Of all the things to finally lay him low, it had to be a stupid sharp piece of metal sticking out of the wall? It looked like a seperated radiator hose, not that it mattered. He wanted to finish his mission, not bleed out or die of some emperor-forsaken disease.

He wouldn't have been surprised if the Xeno had set it up for him on purpose. Still, he couldn't deny that he should have been paying more attention. Still, he'd had good reason to not be paying attention.
Yesterday, shortly after midday, the Imperium had clearly decided they'd had enough and smashed the Eldar Titan with an orbital lance straight to the face. The shockwave had wiped out the central city, and knocked the Sniper out. He'd woken up with a massive grin on his face.

That was a sign that they could turn this around. Who knows how many other Xenos could have been killed in that hit? Maybe even his target, but until it was confirmed he'd keep hunting.

The Sniper pulled himself slowly along the wall, wincing as his leg threatened to crumple whenever he put any kind of pressure on it. Thankfully, he didn't see any Xenos nearby. Maybe he'd luck out and find a medicae-

A sudden change in the air pressure and a deep rumbling noise forced the Sniper down on his back, and he let out a cry of pain as he landed on his wounded leg. Scrambling to his feet, he looked up.

The Vengeance Class cruiser heading up the Imperial Navy detachment fell from the skies and landed thousands of miles away, giving the world a second sky. The Sniper felt his heart sink with despair.

We're losing.

He pulled himself back to his feet and scrambled for cover as Xenos jetbikes ripped overhead. Raising his rifle, he managed to shoot a Vyper out of the sky. Then he realized his own stupidity as the three smaller jetbikes turned around and started strafing his position. He threw himself out a window, plummeting one story and landing on his good leg, shattering it. His world went black for a few seconds, but he forced himself back awake and rolled around, firing his long-las into the sky and plucking two more out of the sky. The final one took three hotshots until the Sniper finally realized what was wrong.

The Warlock lowered his hand, dropping the kinetic shields around his jetbike and reaching out to destroy this Mon'keigh's mind. He was going to enjoy this.

Then something went wrong.
**

The Sniper grimaced as he felt the Warlock's mind grip on his own. He couldn't die like this. Not like this. He felt as though his brain was being crushed within his skull, and there was fire behind his eyes. A sudden, loud bark intterupted it.

Blinking tears out of his eyes, he opened them to see the wrecked jetbike and the Warlock scrambling out from under it, grabbing his witchblade. He glanced to his left, and...unbelievable.

Seven feet tall and bright yellow, the Imperial Fist raised his bolter and fired off a quick three-shot burst at the Warlock, his bolts glancing off of the kinetic fields that the psyker quickly raised. The Sniper rolled to the side, fully aware that this fight had just escalated to a level he could not hope to compete in.

The Imperial fist hurled his empty bolter at the Warlock, where it bounced harmlessly off his shield. He pulled out his combat knife, as long as the Sniper's forearm and twice as wide, and charged forwards with a shout. The Warlock raised his witchblade, hurling forth bolts of lightning that scattered off the Astartes' power armor. He rolled under the combat knife's first swing, his witchblade cutting through the Astartes' back and drawing blood. The sniper raised his long-las and took careful aim, realizing that, heretical as it sounded, the Astartes was the one outclassed here.

**
The Warlock grabbed the Astartes' helmet from behind, and channeled the power he would require to defeat the oversized Mon'keigh. Calling on the warp, he-

The Sniper lowered his long-las as the Warlock's headless corpse fell to the ground, the gathered warp-lightning scattering randomly. Breathing heavily, he slumped fowards and fainted. The Astartes gathered him up in his arms reverently and marched towards the rest of his squad.

Their Apothecary may be able to help.