Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201346/@comment-24753384-20170727194258

Dracs pulled his hood further over his eyes and covered his face even more. He would try see if he could requisition a melee weapon unless they recovered his chainsword which was still probably whirring away in the mutant stronghold. He looked at the governor a slight smirk on his face as he imagined ripping the mans intestines out of him with his bare ha...he shook the thought away and gripped his bolter tightly. As he walked in taking in the guardsmen around the room their weapons, armour. Picking out the higher ranks and judging their morale, spotting any heavier weapons among their number. If it came down to a fight he'd have to close the gap instantly and take out sergeants and officers and hopefully scare them.