The jungle erupted into chaos as lasbolts and slug fire zipped through the dense undergrowth, cutting down foliage and kicking up dirt. Crouched low behind a fallen tree, Sergeant Kray of the Jungle Fighters growled, sweat mixing with the grime on his face as he popped up to unleash a burst from his lascarbine. The heat of the firefight was suffocating, made worse by the thick, choking humidity of the alien jungle. He could hear the distinct crack of an enemy sniper somewhere to his left, but there was no time to pinpoint it—another barrage of fire from an Orc Shootas Mob was advancing, hacking through the thick trees with brute, lethal force. "Frag 'em!" Kray barked, tossing a grenade with a practiced flick of his wrist. Moments later, an explosion rocked the forest, scattering the foul greenskins amidst a hail of shrapnel.
