Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-25684606-20180405143759

Gaut let out a short, annoyed grunt as he pushed himself back onto his feet. Feeling the movement of his arm somewhat obstructed, he finds the claw of the alien still stuck in his flesh, shattered where it must have been jointed to the arm.

"Brother Othmar, reporting." He sheathed the Crozius, after relaxing the forecfully clenched hand holding it and pulled the chitinous blade out. A brief spurt of blood emerged from his flesh and splattered on the ground before it clotted and sealed the opening. He looks at the wound for a few moments from different angles as he moved his arm around. Then, the chaplain simply tossed it away, mag-locked the Shotgun and reloaded his Bolt Pistol.