Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170518212005

Karliel shouts in triumph as the rebels run before him but being thrown off balance by the grenades cuts his triumph short. He is angered by the interuption which merely feeds into his growing bloodlust. The device on his head is very warm and Karliel doesn't seem to feel anything other than a mixture of anger and pleasure in this battle. However, the stagger from the grenades cause Karliel's mind to become conflicted, part of him wanting merely shed blood but the other wants to analyze the situation and take a strategic approach to the next line of defences.

After a few seconds of internal conflict, his lust for violence overpowers Karliel's will, signaled by a wet growl from his voice-broadcaster, and he follows the fleeing renegades like a raving dog. Karliel shouts ahead to the renegades, "Come whelps! Running will not save you!" while his chainaxes are biting at the backs of rebels within reach. He pays no head to the MGs, seeing their reluctance to fire in the crowds of fleeing rebels, Karliel instinctively knows that his butchery within the crowd of rebels is the safest place for him, giving his deeper conciousness some relief that he still was able to take that into account and not lost himself in the bloodshed.