30/03/2009 in Warhammer 40K
$100 Contest Entry by Mike Toper
He didn’t exist. There were no thoughts, no emotion. He didn’t feel the leaf litter under his belly or the heat on his back. He was dimly aware that his squad were around him, but he only saw them as surrounding terrain. They weren’t friends, they weren’t even men. Colonel Envoyer had lost all sense of self.
All he saw was the clearing in front of him and the shadow-dappled orks stamping through it. All he heard was the roar of their engines and their hoarse cries. The only parts of his body he felt were his trigger finger, and the shoulder where he had jammed his stormbolter.
The warband were twenty yards away, surging through the forest. They had no inkling of what was waiting for them – they only felt the rage in their blood driving them on. Envoyer grudgingly admired their sense of purpose, but they’d do better to move slower and look around them occasionally.
“Now,” he whispered into his vox-caster.