"It really does!" another marine shouted as he swiftly avoided attacks from both left and right. He leapt high, twisting midair. Small thrusters on his combat suit ignited, helping him complete a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree spin. His plasma sword flashed in a wide arc behind the two Minotaurs.
He landed smoothly and immediately lunged forward, striking down the Minotaur in front of him.
Scenes like this were unfolding all across the small perimeter.
The Minotaurs were being cut down one after another. As their numbers dropped, those still standing entered their rage states more and more frequently. Many of them were already on the brink of death, and that sensation alone was enough to force the transformation.
It made no difference to the Void Marines.
