"Exterimate! Exterimate!"
The mantra of the machines echoed up the stairs, amidst a deafening roar that was all too familiar as well.
Somehow, the HFS has been opened again. From the sound of it, the daleks had bitten off more than they could chew. Demons were opposed to all life. Even daleks.
Then he heard dwarven yelling from down there too.
Weird joykill's eyes furrowed behind darkened chemical flash supressing glass eye sockets embedded in the ceramic and rubber suit he had on. Originally intended as protection against the phosphorus and nitroxide flash cannon he had recently removed for space reasons, it seemed reasonably good protection from the high energy backflashes emitted by the dalek energy cannons during his loadout test firings.
In the gloom though, they made things very hard to see.
Descending the coiling staircase into the bowels of the fortress from which the shouting, cannon fire, and roaring was coming, pulses of light began to light the walls in a strobe light litten battlefield.
In the flashing white light of the deadly beams, a giant plump helmet man was spraying wine into the mouth of a demon, it spraying acid back, the two streams dispersing each other in equally matched hydraulic laminar flows. The two, locked in circleing box step, were drenching the rest of the room in their excretions, as daleks tried desperately to shoot them both.
Eyes straining against the harsh intermittent light, he raised his arms, and opened fire.
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