OOC: His helmet looked stunned?
The Meta's hand clasped around the grenade as well as his attempt to pull back provided a little protection for Ragnar, but probably not enough to make any kind of difference. Ragnar's helmet and breastplate were shattered by the concussive wave, and although it broke the force enough to prevent his brain and organs being turned to jelly, there was not enough left to stop much of the shrapnel. Under the twisted remains of the ceramite, his black carapace was rent with holes and blood spurted from the wounds before slowing to rivers, and then trickles as the Larraman cells caused it to clot rapidly. Blood gurgled in Ragnar's throat as he tried to breathe, and the deep, thumping agony in his chest told him that one of his hearts had failed, most likely along with some other organs. His face burned as though stroked with a branding iron, and he realised that one of his eyes was now nothing more than a wet trickle down his cheek. He rolled laboriously onto his side, and caught sight of his foe bleeding on the ground a short distance away. Such a short distance.
Ragnar could feel his strength fading and his thoughts were alarmingly blurred, but he was a Space Marine. He was created to die for the Emperor, and he could not allow that to happen without making sure it had been worth something. With a tortured groan and superhuman effort, he pushed himself to one knee, then onto his feet. Staggering, hunched over, he dropped his chainsword and made his way painfully over to the Meta. Though he fell to one knee after just a few metres, he picked himself up through iron will alone, and finally, reached the Meta's resting place. Unable to lift his bolter to full height, he took a knee beside the Meta, placed the barrel against his faceplate, and fired.
"I have done the Emperor's work." He muttered through blood and broken teeth, smiled weakly, and collapsed heavily beside his foe..
