Space Marine and Eldar Dire Avenger are marooned on a tyranid infested world. With their goals seemingly compatible, if not precisely the same, the wise choice is to accept the aid of the other, no matter how distasteful. Yet months of deprivation and hardship in the close proximity of another breeds familiarity and at the very least - trust. Every warrior wears a mask, yet some are harder to put aside than others.

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A space marine discovers why the heck his peepee hard