Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201346/@comment-1734134-20170630213919

The creature bounds forward, raising a gangly, pink limb in an attempt to catch the device with it's psychic powers - but fails to snatch the melta bomb from the air. Instead it ends up planted in the sand before it, the creature attempting to leap back only to be caught up in the blast. You're all showered in sun-hot fragments of ash as half of the daemon is incinerated, the other half bubbling into a new, slightly slender form. A voice replies to Verian's vox,

"We've begun to move out now, no sign of any enemy units. We'll be arriving at the Imperial positions shortly.

Drac's manages to cut down one of the mutants rushing for the door, but others are able to burst through, scattering into the armoury as a weak rear guard forms in front of the still open door in an attempt to deny you entry.