Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-33521582-20180328100202

The din is deafening. In the enclosed space of the cavern, the shrieks, shots, and explosions bounce of the walls. Flashes of light briefly illuminate the cave like lightning bolts, creating a sequence of still pictures that give the sence of time passing in fractured spasms.

Othmar's shotgun barks continously, the shots shredding the creature's heads and mangling their torsos as the shot rips into the chitin and emerges out the back trailing threads of blood and chunks of gore. Light weapons fire rains against Othmar's impromtu cover, throwing up dust where it hits rock and sparks where it hits the ceramite of his power armour.

With a heavy thrum, the graviton beam erupts from Zhevordus' weapon and crashes against one of the mining vehicles. It shudders, metal growning as the hulk rises slowly into the air, gyrating. Screams and banging from within sound out in desperation, before the truck succums to the pressure and collapses on itself, crumpling like a tin can and dropping back to earth, crushing another of the creatures, as gravity reestablishes itself.

Rine wades into the monstrosities, his bolt pistol flaring too fast to see even as his new power sword cuts foes down with savage blows that maim and kill, cleaving through weapons, armor, and bone with equal ease in a nonstop whirlwind of death. Crushing joints with forceful kicks and heaving the monsters into each other, Rine is covered in blood and ichor.

Alexus raises his meltagun and, in the dust and smoke of the cavern, the line of superheated material is clearly visible as the air boils around it. And unfortunate creature corsses its path, exploding as suddenly superheated plasma escapes its body and the carcass turns to ash before hitting the ground. The lead tank's frontal armour melts, running like wax under a blowtorch, sublimating into the air in a vile cloud of cinders, an ever expanding hole rimmed in white hot metal consuming the truck and the very stone it stood on.

Sergeant Invexus fights near Rine, crushing the monsters with mighty blows that ring out, and slamming his shield into the braver who try to claw at him. The other members of the kill-team duck into cover, and begin laying down salvos of bolter fire, shooting into the things swarming through the cave.

The autocannons begin firing at Zhevordus as he's lining up his next shot, failing to connect but for one shell that hits him on his left pauldron, exploding befor penetrating. The concussion knocks him off his feet and into one of the walls. His silver arm is marred and blackened, but not broken, the ancient but sturdy Corvus pattern holding.

Heavy stubbers blaze from the truck and from a gun nest behind a pillar, aiming at Alexus. The large, ungainly bullets hit like sledgehammes, a few managing to pierce through his power armour's adbomen, burying themselves in his flesh. One lethal shot to the throat is deflected by his Errant armour's collar.

Salvo after salvo of small arms fire hits against Othmar's position. Autoguns, lasguns, shotguns, all roar, even as a squad of the things leaps over, claws bared, heedles to friendly fire, and rips into your armour. Othmar sees ceramite splinters from his armour come away under the onslaught of the multiple creatures, even as one's mouth distends into a gaping jaw and its head proppels forward on a segmented and elongated neck, trying to bite into his throat.

With a hissing scream, the large bloated abomination by the western wall leaps onto the drill and accelerates towards Rine, the five tonne machine plummeting in his direction with reckless abandon as the maddened creature frothes at the mouth and the bulges in its throat swell and distort. More of the beings surround Rine, slashing at him with talons scoring his armour and ripping through the vulnerable areas in the joints.