Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171108094439/@comment-8397818-20171111135510

Ceras stood up and reloaded his fifth clip. He understood that range weapons will have little effect on the loyalist-psyker. He must fall by someones hand.

Ceras mag-locked his bolt pistol to his belt and took out his chainsword and his combat knife. His helmet's visors were already destroyed, and so he had to rely on his superhuman sight and hearing. Amidst the smoke, he made his way towards the crackling energies of the force-sword that he saw earlier. He was prepared to launche himself at the psyker behind that back and stab the Librarian at the unprotected face.