Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224030/@comment-30059998-20161217192924

"I see that they have invited themselves in.." Pyotr unsheathes his knife, "How rude of them."

He throws his knife, the 4-inch long blade embeds itself into the chest of the banner bearer. As the others around him reel from shock from the sudden death of their banner bearer, Pyotr unsheathes his power sword and unholsters his bolt pistol, blasting the head of one rebel into a fine mist. The man smirks to himself when he saw some of the men pale from his presence.

"I wonder if it's from my stature or from the badge that is dangling from my chest."

Roaring in fury, he breaks into a full sprint, barrelling into the scrambling rebels. He almost laughed at the sight of their 'flashlights' harmlessly hitting his Ignatus Armour. He hears the sound of an autocannon unleashing hell behind him as well as Rox dropping rebels left and right with his laspistols. Absentmindedly cutting a rebel in half and shooting his parter in the face, Pyotr bellows at the top of his lungs in the tongue of Jaghatai Khan, a language that was taught at minimal to him during his indoctrination into Laughing Skull.

"Ezen Khaan Ni! (For the Emperor)"