Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170222184641

Torki grabed a few frags off a rebel that fell near him. He let Breriers men draw the fire of an MG nest covering an ally they could use to flank. After a few tense minutes, Torki primed one of his frags, cooked it for few seconds, and then tossed it into the nest. He snapped up his Las-rifle to fire off a few rounds at a nearby mounted wepon, an LMG by the sound of it.

He waved a few of the rebels near him on to the ally, hoping the frag had cleared the nest properly. Then he cut his way to the opposite side of the street, crouch running from cover to cover, in order to draw attention from them. Klavovich gelt a few impacts on his back, a warm burn on his shoulder accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh.