The three black armoured figures stood resolute at the entrance of the tunnel intersection, it's metal walls flowing and contorting like quicksilver. The chrome tunnels parted in places, giving way as more and more steel daemons rushed the Space Marines. Thier grotesque cloaks of flensed skin and flesh were punctured as quickly as their metal hides under the sustained firepower of the Emperors Finest. "Throne they just keep coming, the Salamander spat, 'Killjoy! some extra fire over here would be helpful!"