Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-8397818-20171023210821

Ceras dropped his combat knife near Karliel as he grabbed his second krag grenade. Once the thumb took out the pin, he threw it towards Soin. He knew that the blast radius of a krak grenade was small, yet its blast force was powerful. Ceras hoped to get rid of Soin before this battle has even began.

As soon as the grenade was no longer in his arm, Ceras began firing with his own bolt pistol while holding it with his own two hands to better refirect the aim of the weapon. He moved out of harms way, trying to find cover near a train-car. Ceras has changed his mind regarding his fate.

"Karliel!" - Ceras screamed into the private vox-channel.

"You thin-blooded whoreson! Is this is your tribute to your false god?! Prehaps I should've left your dying corpse in that Emperor-forsaken shithole!" - Ceras yelled with all his might.

It was an act. Ceras could bent his sanity for those kind of deeds. He knew how to trigger Karliel, but he did not know how that would end. Maybe Karliel will attack him and Soin with his Skitarii will end Karliel. Maybe that will give Karliel the strength and the motivation to fight his enemies. Ceras could not know. He had to use everything he had to stay alive and keep on fighting.