Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-17114085-20191018195843

Wilfrith remains calm when his electical equipment started to malfuction. He assumed that it was temporary, a consequence of the death of the reality-warping daemon.

"Did thee see that?! My 'ellgun shot 'oles right thrugh tha' thin'!" He said enthiastically to his mates. While he couldn't claim the victory against the daemon, at least he managed to do some damage to it.