Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-8397818-20171024183007

Ceras had to endure the wounds that the arcs of lightning has left on him. With a growl, Ceras moved away from the battlefield. As he found himself taking fire from multiple positions.

He tried to move in between the train-cars while covering his advance. He knew that he was out-gunned. He would soon run out of ammo. And his armour was riddled with holes from the previous fighting. He had to use his wits in order to spread confusion among their ranks, as well as to demoralize them.

The plan was tricky and could not even work. But Ceras had little choice.

He left his cover to move towards the train-car that was behind him. Once there he would place a frag grenade without a pin under the wheel. The safety lever would be held safe by the wheel of the train-car that would put a pressure on the lever so that the grenade won't explode right away. He would then leave his position towards the train-car in the back knowing that the grenade is in place.

If the grenade would not hold, then Ceras would have to toss it aside underneath the train-car or he would be caught in its blast radius.