Quintus roared, a roar of pure burning hatred for the Xenos filth before him, his duty clear he would die but not alone he would take as many of these abhorrent beasts as he could. Hellfire round after hellfire round erupted form the barrel of his heavy bolter, the constant stream of bolts impacted Xenos carapace detonating in a spectacular fashion.

“PURGE THE UNCLEAN!” Defiant to the last Quintus rolled to his left narrowly avoiding the wide swing of a Tyranid warriors scything talon. Though unharmed the same could not be said for his heavy bolter, the warriors attack had caught the ammo feed, cleaving it in two.

Snorting Quintus quick blinked the detachment glyph within his heads up display, with a heavy thud the ammo hopper mounted to his armour backpack hit the floor. Looking around Quintus snorted again as the Tyranids had surrounded him swirling in a wide circle roughly by his guess five meters in diameter. Knowing his death waited beyond the veil, Quintus drew his chainsword ready to face it with the honour and dignity that was expected of His Angels.

Thumbing the trigger of his sword, Quintus brought it up to the optimal speed. He threw several glances around him at the swirling horde of Xenos. He reached for his belt pressing the activation switch of the device his Brother-Captain had handed to him.

“Emperor may your light guide my soul; guide my spirit to the resting place of all my Brothers. Guide me to Occludus!” Quintus roared the device upon his belt pulsating rapidly, his HUD displaying a countdown timer of five Terrain standard minutes.

His final decree uttered Quintus charged forth his chainsword striking each and every Xenos in reach, severing limbs and leaving large fatal gauges in Xenos flesh. He moved with unbridled fury caring not for the scores of pitted slash and deep cuts the Tyranids visited upon neither his battle-plate nor his flesh. The timer ticked down but Quintus did not care he had sold his life to save his Brother, for his Emperor and his chapter.

Bringing his chainsword down upon the skull of a Termagaunt Quintus faulted, his grip loosening on his weapon as it slipped from his hand. Glancing down he saw what had caused such an action, their protruding through his chest as a scything talon. Coughing Quintus griped the talon tightly attempting to rip remove himself from the Xenos weapon.

“X...Xenos...filth.” Quintus coughed spluttering his body falling limp upon the warriors talon.

Slowly Quintus began to fade from the material, his body even with the enhancements of the Astartes could not stave death off for long. With his dying breath Quintus saw the counter reach zeros.

Having reached zero the device exploding bathing the chamber in an intense light and heat matching that of a small star, such intensity was the destructive force behind the device that nothing would survive, being scattered into their compound atoms.

Able to rest with the souls of his kind Quintus accepted his death in a way only he and his chapter could.

Author's Note

Just a little something I really wanted to right, a small lil bonus chapter how Quintus bites the bullet.

If this is something guy my readers like every few chapters I will write a Bonus chapter focusing on one of our lovely Battle-Brothers, and other interesting tid-bits relevant to the plot.

And the first person to correctly guess the chapter of Brother Quintus can choose who is the focus of the next Bonus Chapter.

As always please point out my faults it does help.