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Captain Johnathan Jokename stared across the ridge, keeping watch for Eldar witches. At the slightest sign of movement he'd open fire, and his battle brothers would follow suit.
He peered down the stalker bolter scope, and spotted one of the vile witches. He lined up the scope to a Howling Banshee's skull, and carefully began to squeeze the trigger. No longer than a microsecond before the shot was fired, he felt a twinge somewhere deep within his power armor. He felt a warmth, a beat within him he hadn't felt in days, weeks- years! He released his finger from the trigger and stared at the banshee as she sat upon a rock and stuck her blade into the dirt.
She took off her helmet, and John Jokename felt the beat from within his armor again. In confusion and concern he released his eyes from the scope, and stared across the ridge. After a few moments of silence, he returned to the scope and his spying. The Banshee opened its mouth agape, and began singing.
"Eldar trickery-" John Jokename started, stuttering in disbelief. He was enthralled. The impulse to shoot the vile Xeno was fervent in his mind, but his beating heart forbid him to pull the trigger. The Banshee communed with a nearby deer in her song, John prayed that it would not be loud enough to wake his brothers.
He would wait for the next one before he led the charge, for this one cannot be slain by his hands.