Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-1734134-20161217114539

The blind grenade produces a high pitched whine, white light washing over the rebels who groan and shout, their advance reduced to a sightless stagger. Those unfortunate enough to be caught at the centre of the blast are reduced to stumbling about are quickly cut to pieces by Imperial fire. The rest leap towards cover - only for the second grenade tossing the bloodied chunks and shards of meat and metal into the air. Chunks of torso, bone and flesh land at your feet, the rest of the skirmishers dragging back their wounded comrades as they retreat through the gate, firing bursts of las-gun fire and striking down a couple of Leopold’s men. More mortar fire explodes overhead, showering the buildings behind you in shrapnel.