Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201346/@comment-1734134-20170518110436

More smoke billows up into the air as the crude constructs draw closer, engines revving and crews screaming as they begin to circle around. You get a better view of the crews - sinewy limbed, beady eyed, beaked avian mutants who snarl and yelp and scream as they draw closer. The local militias fall into position as the first shots of enemy fire are levelled upon your positions - auto-gun and multi-laser fire lashing out at Rowan as he comes into range.