>>14520192Acting quickly, Eidelan ripped out a knife, where he’d hoped to stab a vulnerable joint but Thureos’ sharp senses detected the movement punched Eidelan’s breastplate hard enough to crack the Aquila before he found himself thrown back several meters. He worked quickly to stand up, as Battle Brothers finally responded to his distress, firing at the rogue Marine as soon as they were in range. To his credit, instead of simply allowing the hard armor to take the shots, Thureos actually twisted and moved, dodging quite a few bolts, even as all the Nightmare could only gape at the strangely graceful figure. It was as though the Sleepless was unarmored, so quick and unhampered was he by the Terminator Armor’s great weight. Thureos apparent decided not to take his chances with two full squads bearing down, his madness lifting just enough for him to move out of sight.
With stealth even seasoned Secundus operatives would have envied, Thureos vanished into the forest as though he were a ghost. Fearless as the Nightmare were, they were not stupid, fully aware that Thureos would only retreat to a better position. The squads held back, keeping their bolters aimed at the treeline.
“Are you wounded Apothecary?” thundered a Primus Marine.
Eidelan coughed wetly before gritting out, “Ribs…will heal.” Even as he walked back to the waiting Thunderhawk, Eidelan still never turned around, too wary of a possible ambush.
‘One day I will find you Brother. If you will not come home to us, I will grant you the peace you so seek,’ Eidelan promised as he took out an empty vial. This one had already been prelabeled. In elegant script was the name Thureos.
