Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-1734134-20171207205052

There's a blast from the other side of the camp, a thick plume of black smoke rising into the air as the kill team begins their engagement. The Skitarii scatter, bolting towards the site of the blast - only for Ceras plasma grenade to leave nearly a dozen of them sprawled on the ground around a smoking crater. Their lines have been broken, and those who remain begin to fall back into formation in a battered daze. They catch site of the party, bringing up their energy rifles, while the Ogryn's take aim with their auto-cannons.