Blinded, staggering, stooped over with pain, the Maiden nevertheless dodges your lasers.

You cannot believe it. It's almost like a bad cogitator game. You fire and she's out of the way, fire, gone, fire, fire, fire, each time she languidly kicks, flips and bends like an eel to avoid each shot. Even though she's still rubbing her eyes with scalded hands she's started smiling, fully relaxed, like this is a calming morning dance for her. Her feet sweep and snap into positions, whirling her body around afterwards, barely held by the laws of physical acceleration, and in the beauty of it you can feel the pad of an approaching tiger.

So you change targets and shoot at the Crone. She dodges it too, snapping her spine back ninety degrees with the audible crack of vertebrae. You almost think she's somehow broken her own back with the movement, but no, she's coming around calm as anything, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed like she's mentally rewriting her schedule for the day.

You realize you're bleeding. She shot you. She's still shooting you. You did not feel any impact, did not so much as see a glimmer of light at the end of that thing pretending to be a lasgun, but there are tiny holes in your armour, clean as if made with a las-scalpel. Luckily your predecessor had the foresight to put her organs in nonstandard locations - but the big one is, in a lesiurely way, bringing up what you now are no longer sure is merely an Astartes bolter and you're out of time. You have a second to try one last, experimental las shot. Despite her plate she dodges it too.

[Electronic Surveillance] None of them are voxing the Astartes for help.