
In the grim darkness of the future there is only Bugs
The sounds of fire and plasma echoed among the finger-like spires that clawed at the sky. Shrieking Tyranids answered in kind, their feral cries clawing at the minds of the three soldiers marching up the rocky ledge. One wielded a flamer, the liquid fire spewing forth and clearing a path for the ragged party. Their boots crunched on the carapaces of torched bugs as they pushed ahead. Nothing could stop them from moving forward. Only death awaited them if they slowed. The second warrior turned on his heel, burst cannon bringing to bear against the swarming creatures at the flank. Hot energy ripped from the multi-barreled weapon, punching fist sized craters into the approaching enemies. Their bodies were lost among the horde, trampled under the claws and hooves of their brethren. Light spilled into the valley, their escape over the crest of the next hill. It seemed like miles away, the ground between the warriors and their goal was squirming with their enemy. The third warrior shouted in defiance at the writhing mass of death. He hoisted a broken banner toward the light. A single banner, tattered and worn, whipped in winds. It bore their symbol, the icon of their pride and a reminder of those lost in the caves below. His companions roared in kind, refusing to break before the odds weighed against them...
A big project for

The First Warrior, Sister of Battle, belongs to their owner
The Second Warrior, Steal Suit Tau, belongs to

The Third Warrior, Tau Pathfinder, belongs to Me
Warhammer 40K belongs to Games-Workshop
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
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