Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170609014433

Karliel shields his face with one hand and continues to charge the renegades. Tearing at their throats and crying out as one after the other is dismembered in some fashion. Tearing off arms and smashing heads against the walls.

Karliel knows his armor is not compromised but those heavy weapons outside will eventually find their way inside and he will be fried within his armor.

Frantically he looks for a weapon that he can operate, an autocannon would be preferable, anything that can give him some reach and not rely solely on pummeling his foes. Damn them, all these weapons are too small.

"Come face me commander!" Karliel roars in frustration. "Stop sending your lackies and fight you treacherous whoreson!"