Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180417200122

Daon jumps out of the way of the incoming grenades, his armoured bulk crashing over the ground as he rolls sideways and into cover. He activates a krak grenade, engaging the adhesive covering, and lobs it at the advancing creatures, trying to line up a trayectory that would hit two, just in case the first dodges. Slingin his autocannon, he unholsters his new plasma pistol, and, feeling deep satisfaction as the weapon whines to life, begins firing into the alien skirmishers.

As he shoots, he calls out his targets over the squad vox. For any who listen, his voice betrays no hint of anything other than mechanical calm.