Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205203006/@comment-27830834-20180209010700

Time seems to slow down for Tarrack, the chem-shunts in his brain pumping endorphins directly into his cerebral cortex at the sight of such massed carnage. Pupils dilating, he maintains just enough coherence to realize that his Falax Blades, regrettably, aren't the best tool for this particular circumstance.

Mag-locking the blades to his thing-plates, Tarrack uncoils his Hook-Lash from his waist, nearly six feet of tempered adamantium chain ending in a serrated sickle-blade. Whirling the bladed end about his head, Tarrack bellows, a primal shout of pent-up bloodlust, and charges straight towards the enemy ranks in a bladed dervish.