Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-32600226-20181007153911

This was not the first time Ciaran had been surrounded by Orks and he doubted it would be the last. He was not in the least concerned about the Orks shooting at him knowing they were far more likely to hit their 'friends' rather than him. Swirling constantly he lashed out with lightning claw and kept his cloak constantly moving. Not only would the cloak make him harder to see, it would also protect him as unlike the others it was actually an adamantine mantle coated in Camoline. The orks attacks would likely damage the camoline but he doubted they could break through it.

Holstering his bolt pistol quickly, he drew his shotgun. With both lightning claw and shotgun he slashed and blasted at Ork heads, knowing little else would be certain to put them down. Lightning claws shreading and wyrmsbreath shells igniting. "Reus!"" He yelled over the vox. "Put up a force dome. Everyone else, use some frags to disorient the Orks!"