Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-8397818-20171215000731

Ceras was surprised that the Skitarii did not detect him, as he was sure that the blast of his bolt pistol would give away his position. The Ogryn, on the other hand, was just another target.

"Move aside men! Find cover outside this smoke and lend me fire support if you will spot enemy troops! Move!" - Ceras barked his orders.

Ceras arms were itching as he was tempted to draw his newly acquired power-sword. But that would mean that he had accepted the rules of engagement, but he wasn't going to follow them. He reloaded his bolt pistol and took out his plasma pistol. He pointed them at the Ogryn's head, and unleashed the full firepower that was at his disposal, eager to finish off the Ogryn as fast as possible.

The distance was not so great, and the Ogryn was already closing in with every step. The fire opening guns will give away his position to the Skitarii, but so would the energised power-sword, which would be a much slower tool for killing the brut.

If the situation would not be in his favor, he could always retreat into the smoke, yet he wasn't sure for how long would the smoke last.