Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191201180637

Hen skids to a stop, taking a stray round on his armored shoulder. With a grunt, the big man went running after the beast. He took aim at the Bloodletters shoulder (of the arm holding its sword), and fired a burst of bolts. His free hand drew his combat axe.

"Emperor bless this axe, should I have to use it. Let it strike true and with your grace.", He prayed outloud, though well under the din of battle. Hen realized he was pursuing something that could break him with a backhand, but was undeterred. He was compelled beyond reason to try to kill the demon.