Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-32600226-20181014160239

Ciaran cursed, there were more of them than he thought. "Phokas!" He voxed, whirling to decaptiate a Ork trying to sneak up from the rear. "Get up in the air! We may need heavy fire support!" Even as he said it he knew that the Blackstar could very well take too long. Glancing over at the melee where the unknown astartes fought the Ork boss Ciaran realized his only option. Praying he wasn't wrong Ciaran slashed and pushed his way out of the Orks encircling him and rushed towards the back of the Ork warboss, stealing a glance at the unknown space marine to see if he could see any identifying markings. With a leap Ciaran plunged his lightning claws into the back of the distracted Ork's head, the armor proving no match for a power weapon.