As Weizoth wandered further into the hulk, he would find the site of a fierce battle. the corridors would be stinking with the smell of Ozone and gunpowder, and genestealer carcasses littered the floor. Farther in, 5 Space marines in terminator armor were all on the ground, in various forms of decay. Their armor had been ripped from them, leaving nothing but scraps and spent casings on the floor. This would be the largest room Weizoth had entered into yet, and his footsteps would cause the room to echo.
Gold rubbed at his eyes, blinking several times. [sub]"Arceus, I really need to invest in more resistant shock platings..."[/sub]
John would sever the gargoyle's mouth from it, its death cry unhearable due to the vacuum he was in.