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CSMs vs Covenant and Space Marines vs Freelancers are unfair. A few quotes:

Space Marine shrugs off grenade: ''“They laughed as they worked, a drywicked laughter that was frightening in its intensity. From behind the circular saws of an industrial rockcutter, a hooded man lobbed a rock at Sica. He heard a whistling sound and he turned the slab of his shoulder pad towards the missile. There was a flash of light. Even with his eyes closed, Sica’s vision strobed red and bright yellow. It had been a grenade. The explosion pushed Sica slightly and made him grunt with annoyance at his own carelessness. He shot the man off the industrial saw, quickly, as if ashamed.”''

Space Marine shrugs off megawatt range lasers: ''“A blast from a lasrifle struck Marduks helmet and his head was jerked to the side. Snarling, he turned to face the attaker that dared to shoot him. Varus swore as he waited for the laslok to repower. though they fired powerful singles bursts of energy, the weapons were painfully slow between firing. Still the shot had done little more than irritate the towering monster that was leading the power armoured killers.”''

Boltgun firepower: ''“'I'll never forget the noise,' he said. 'It was like a thunderstorm had suddenly sprung into existence, and our first five ranks were completely cut down, dead to a man without even the time to scream. The enemy's bolts tore limbs from bodies or simply burst men apart like wet sacks. I turned to shout something, I forget what exactly, when I felt a searing pain in the back of my head and I fell over the remains of a man who'd had his entire left side blown off. It looked like he'd exploded from the inside out."''

Meltaguns: ''"Before the echoes had died, the Iron Warrior with the multi-melta rose from his concealment and charged forwards to fire. The gun’s discharge built to a deafening screech before erupting from the barrels in a searing hiss. The warrior’s aim was true and the air within the bunker ignited with atomic fury, spurts of vaporized flesh and super-heated oxygen blasting from the weapon slits.

He leapt over the Marauder’s fuselage and sprinted towards the molten hell of the wrecked bunker, its walls now flowing like wax across the ground.

Honsou leapt onto the remains of the bunker, his iron-shod boots sinking into the molten rock. The heat scorched his leg armour, but it held firm as he pushed off and dropped into the heart of the defense.

Scorched and blackened limbs lay strewn about, all that remained of those stationed too close to the bunker, the backwash of the melta had burned flesh and bone to cinders in an instant."''