*The Lightning Rails did as advertised. Each shot bulldozed through dozens of beasts the long way, the total count leaving hundreds of beasts dead with each volley. The massed numbers did not have an insignificant effect on the Marines, however. With each beast cut down by rifle fire was another body in the way of the living. The Marines in the back began to launch singularity grenades over the heads of their allies, each one collapsing space and matter into a single point with a thunder-clap, clearing the dead as well as the living. The Art of War was the equivalent of a religious text in Genellian.*

[spoiler]Damn that's some fine poetry[/spoiler] [b]The beasts continued to run at the marines like an endless black ocean. They began to jump in an attempt to break their formation.[/b]

*The Marines, in their time-dilated perception, noted the slow-motion jumps. Half subtly adjusted their rifles to fire upwards, then the mental pulse took care of the rest. The only things that got past the line were body parts.*