Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191207024722

Henriksen felt the heat of the shot as it flew quickly through the air, then a feeling almost like ice streaking over his skin. Not for the first time he felt the nerve endings in his skin get flash fried to nothing; not that he actually knew the specifics. If not for the adrenaline he'd probably have passed out from the pain that eventually followed. The flesh was weak, replaced at the will of his master. It was far from Hens mind.

Out of instinct he whirled on the Tau, right as the partisan struck its head. Grabbing the Xenos by its neck and waste, he attempted to heft it up and dash its body against a tree. Little more than primate instincts and lines of religious litany's and rhetoric filled his mind to keep him going, slowing the advance of dimming light at the edge of his vision.

A blizzard of explosions, fire, dirt, and gore filled the air behind him. It was an impressive display of fire power, though ment to suppress more than anything, and was lost on the simple focus of the Krieger. If had been further back in the fighting he'd have been in the thickest of it.