Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-8397818-20180207211424

Anat steps out of the cover while looking at the auspex that he is holding, the bolt pistol is in the other hand. The enemy is clearly on the run.

He lifts his head and looks at the Space Marines that are infront of him. He stands outside of their formation. The one who was giving orders was wearing the armour of the Sons of Horus. He spotted a White Scar Legionary as well. If there was something that Anat detested more than a White Scar, then that would be a Son of Horus. The clash of authority was inevitable, and Anat would stand his ground.

"This area is clear." - Anat reported through the vox-caster with almost a whisper, unwilling to shout to the other Space Marine.

He made a few more steps to catch the view of the ruins with his own eyes. His steps did not emit sound as he moved. This was only the begining.