Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-1734134-20180214215750

The host of Space Marines shift out of the burnt-out structure, wading back out onto the rubble littered streets. Their advance is uninterrupted, the fighting around here seeming to have quietened down, but the occasional glimpse of something clambering through the rubble or explosion reminds you the danger hasn’t receded. After several minutes of marching, a loud crash behind the advancing Astartes draws their attention as one of the biomechanical war beasts and leaps over a crashed fighter craft. It lands in the centre of the street, lowering itself against the ground as it claws its way towards you. The astartes realise now that the beasts have not registered on any of your scanners – in fact they appear to be a blind spot in any of your detection equipment.

The machinesbody is arrayed in a shimmering set of metallic armour that moves in a fashion that is far too natural for any machine, glimmering in the pale daylight. Long claws extend from its paws, while its cyclopean visage opens to reveal a maw filled with jagged, dagger like teeth. It is swiftly joined by a second, third and then forth war-beast, which lunge towards you.