Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180207021205

Jarik cares little for sights of the city. His mind races, attempting to analyze the situation. A single Thunderhawk in the midst of ruins. Snipers and heavy weapons can pick them apart in this opening and they cannot risk being pinned by the Thunderhawk. He decides that the best plan of action was to make way into the ruins, secure a defensive position, and make contact with command or other squads nearby. However, first they must throw these foes back so that they may begin moving to the ruins. Jarik will not accept any questions to his authoriy and expects all Astartes to comply with his orders seeing as he is the most senior officer on the field.

"Pilot! Get out of here!" Jarik screams behind him as he exits the Thunderhawk. As he gets out, the Sergeant attempts to count the number of Astartes with him on the field then jumps to action.

"Astartes, defensive formation! Form a firing circle! Throw these bastards back into the ruins!" Jarik shouts over the vox to the squad.

Jarik takes up a defensive stance, his power axe held low in his right hand whilst he raises his left, aiming his bolt pistol at the xenos approaching. Jarik remains silent as his weapon barks, loosing shell after shell into the creatures, ignoring the humans as they appear to be the least threatening foe here.