Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180320122612

(Sorry for late reply, it was Fallas, so I haven't been home)

Daon closes on the damaged tank, navigaten the broken masonry with practiced ease. He sets a krak grenade on the far side of the scarab's hull, timing it so he can get into cover and open up a torrent of autocannon fire on the remaining vehicle.

At this range he can clearly make out the strange, interstitial tissue bonding the armoured plates together. These machines are not made, they are grown. And now they are cut down.

He hears the conforting thunder of bolter fire in the distance, and voxes the squad. "Engaging enemy armour."