Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-1734134-20170325183958

The flechettes crack and shatter the front plates of your armour, the crystal eye-lenses of your helm splintering as the blast throws you back. The thing prepares to bisect you with its power sword, only to have another section of its head blown to pieces. It turns its furious gaze upon Rowan and surges forward, latching onto him and smashing him into the ground - slowly driving his helmet against the concrete while it's steel hand becomes hotter and hotter. The plasma blast punches a hole in its side, but it quickly avoids the melta blast and with one wide swipe disarms you.