Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170824232618

Karliel charges another light vehicle, mining weapon firing sparingly as he avoids being thrown off balance with the weapon's kick. He had been unaware of Ceras' arrival until the Astartes let out his battlecry, the words of which he had spoken triggering something within Karliel.

In what appeared to be a lifetime ago, Karliel himself used to shout that very battlecry when he himself was in the guard before he became a mercenary. The thought triggered the resurgence of supressed memories of pain, loss, and betrayal. The loss of his family, friends, home planet, the deaths of so many survivors for nothing in the name of this corpse emperor. These memories flooded into Karliel's mind as he pressed forward but they were too painful.

Karliel had been in a bloodthirsty trance before with the help of the narcotics of the butcher's nails but he let out a gutterial scream of pain and anguish as the device bit into his flesh as if devouring and savouring these memories to fuel his bloodlust. Something snapped in Karliel and in place of his roaring battlecries, Karliel let forth a scream of such agony that sounded inhuman almost.

He no longer had control of himself, the bloodlust being the driving force now. All Karliel could think of was blood, blood was the answer. Blood would be his respite from this pain. Blood of all his foes. Blood. The bite of the butcher's nails could only be quenched with blood and so Karliel went forth to quench its thirst.

Karliel no longer aimed for the light vehicle but sprinted harder and faster than he could ever have done so before right at the barricades to begin the slaughter.