Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-1536954-20180522065721

Zhevordus heard Drew's vox command and mentally subordinated it, prioritising the lumbering tank of an alien charging towards him. In a machine motion, Zhevordus readied his grav-gun toward it and clicked the trigger, birthing a powerful gravitational nexus squarely upon the creature's abdomen in order to force its heavy armoured plates inwards, delivering it great pain and, if fortune was on his side, rupturing is fleshy body under its own vastly accelerated weight and delivering it a swift death.