Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-8397818-20170824201016

Ceras see Karliel as he is surrounded by the enemy. Yet the mad berserker refuses to yield, fighting none stop. The rengade admires Karliel's fighting spirit, but stays focus on the situation. He identifes the heavy infantry from afar. Ceras charges their position, frag grenade in one hand while a chainsword in the other. He sprints at the position of the heavy infantry so he could throw the grenade far enough to hit them.

Suddenly, Ceras thinks about nothing but this moment. His thinks not about his false pilgrimage, or about all the wrong doings that he have done against the Emperor. He lives this moment as his last. As if this was the duty that he was created for. To fight to the bitter end, or die trying.

He stops when he believes that he was within the throwing range. He takes out the pin with his thumb and throws it with the same arm.

"For the Emperor!" - He shouts before releasing the grenade into the air.