Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20161219144200

"Oh, great.", Torki said quietly.

Still trying to "save" the situation, and by proxy the stormtrooper, he draws his short sword. Droping his rifle to let it hang by its sling he runs up to the limping captive. He hacks viciously into and through the other mans arm, kicking it and the grenade over the wall. But the damage was done.

The arm bled fast. With the wet crack of the hilt of Torkis sword against his skull, the screaming stormtrooper went down. A medic finally arived and tryed to save the prisoner. Though it was to late. The pathetic wretch bled out in silence. Just another body now.

If the rebel hadn't been so close to Varen and Autumn Klavovich might have tried something else. Shrugging it off he drew his plasma pistol. Torki walked over to Autumn.

"Is good you are not quite dead yet Sgt.", he said simple to the man, then nodded to Varen and said,"Good work."

Torki wades into the remaining rebel skirmishers with his pistol droping molten bodys around him. His short sword cut with out grace through arms and legs. With a mighty throw he pins the body of a rebel to tye remaining gate before falling back to Dex. He picks up his rifle and looks to his team.