Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-25684606-20180706121114

Gaut felt the impact in his chest as he was thrown and once again in his back as his armored body slammed into a stone pillar. Multiple warning signals popped up on the internal HUD of his visors, but he canceled them one after another. There was no time. The Chaplain pushed himself to his feet and looked over to the hulk of the giant creature and his Cousins...no, his Brothers fight for their dear lifes. As he watched the lumbering abomination crawl forward, a plan began to take shape in his head and he broke into a jog towards the other Marines.

By the time he arrived, Alexus aimed his Melta at the beast's roaring maw. Instead of joining the team, Othmar aimed for the back of the Tyranid and, after carving through the smaller beasts surrounding it with his Crozius, launched himself onto the chitine plates. He drew his Combat Knife and rammed the adamantine blade into a gap to keep himself in balance on the towering mass. Gaut's goal was clear. The head.