He slammed his fist down on the detonator.
Not exploded. Sighed . As if the mortar had decided to stop holding. Warhammer End Times Vermintide-REPACK
Through the breach came not a screaming wave, but a single file. Stormvermin in lockstep, shields interlocking like a brass puzzle. Behind them, Ratling Gunners walked in a synchronized box formation, barrels sweeping in mathematical arcs. No friendly fire. No hesitation. They moved like a single, cancerous organism. He slammed his fist down on the detonator