Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-8397818-20170726193354

"It's about time". - Ceras thought as he reloaded his bolt pistol and put it back in place.

He put his helmet on. He haven't seen this world through the lenses of his helmet for quite some time, he will have to get used to all the intel inloads again.

Ceras drooped himself from the edge and into the floor of the dead beast, he landed on his feet with a boom. The warband was within his range, as he was within their's.

He noticed the Chaos Space Marine that was thrown into the wall, lying wounded in the cofine of his own making. He did not envy him. He eyed the other two members of the warband.

"I would put a bullet through that dreg's skull or cut its damned head of if I were you. Who knows if it will rise again to finish the job?" - Ceras said as his voice spread the echo throughout the facility.