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The glassy barrel of Zhevordus's grav-gun radiated once again as he readied it to fire, its piercing green light illuminating the room for a fraction of a heartbeat before subduing to a low ambient glow. He slowed his breathing, sensing the four-pattern beat of his hearts slow down in trained unison.

Zhevordus's mind was flushed clean and reduced to a singular, clear thought process: once the frag grenade stirred this pit of Xenos to life, he would fire directly at the centre.