Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201346/@comment-1734134-20170628222614

(You have a couple frag grenades and a single melta bomb left)

The last big mutie is blown to pieces, your plasma pistol showering the sand with torched red gore, it's lower half collapsing to the ground, twitching and writhing. Your blasts hit into the now horribly mutated psyker, who's body further rips apart as tendrils, teeth and fanged maws emerge, snapping, yelping and cursing in black tongues that make your eyes and nose bleed. Alex finally returns to reality, and is able to feel the presence of whatever is possessing the mutant press down on him like a physical weight.

The mutants are pushed back by Drac's attacks, the creatures struggling to face the the Space Marine with their feeble bodies, the creatures hissing and snapping at you - some making a break towards the barrack doors.