name: tyranid hormagaunt with a glock
specialized ammo: switch to different ammo for situations.
synapse priority: is rather cunning from direct synapse.
scything claws: he still has razor sharp claws to rend.
sharpshooter: is very accurate.
mute: does not speak, but trills and shrieks
power: 40
guard: 10
magic power: 5
magic guard: 10
speed: 35
it's a hormagaunt, but with a gun. not a biogun, or a looted bolter, it has a glock, no one knows why or how as it's claws are literally chitin scythes, it shouldn't be able to hold it, but it does, and rather well. the hive mind decided to put a lot of thinking into this one...
describe the battle in brutal detail, including injuries and their affects, and how one of us succumbs to them and dies.