Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191125013619

Cyradon was puzzled, not expecting the psyker to summon one of the neverborn into existence. The daemon would tear the center of the partisan line apart if he did not intervene, but to expose himself and his brothers now would ruin the element of surprise he had planned for. This was war afterall, he thought, sacrifices must be made to attain victory.

The Astartes held his ground, forming the combat sign to hold position to his brothers. He calculated that he needed to wait for the second line of partisans to engage and the Tau battlesuits to enter the forest for he and his brothers to have the greatest effect on the battle. He unsheathed his force sword, holding it in his right hand, while hold his sternguard bolter in his left. He itched for battle but held his bloodlust at bay. But he would attempt to buy his apprentice time. From his distorted field, Cyradon attempts to cast Touch of Madness upon the Bloodletter. The Tau are your enemy here, shed their blood for the Skull Throne.