Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180211195912

"Brace yourself, elite xenos forces are on your tail."

The Iron Warrior turned at the new information. He'd taken cover after the initial assault, tearing into the enemy defenses with his autocannon.

From iron cometh strength.

He'd focused his fire were the enemy resistance was greatest, blasting through barricades and gun emplacements, calling out his shots in a booming, monotone voice.

From strength cometh will.

He looked around for a better vantage point. One of the broken down buildings would serve, and he repositioned himself so that his arc of fire would cover the back of the advancing legionnaires.

From will cometh faith.

He piled some of the masonry into an acceptable barricade, and braced his autocannon securely. The barrel was already starting to heat, but would hold for the rest of the engagement.

From faith cometh honour.

An Iron Warrior is nothing but a weapon of war, there is no joy or pride in battle, only duty. As the first of the enemy heavy troopers came into sight, he opened fire.

"FROM HONOUR COMETH IRON".