Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170301223433

Autumn's shield shrugs off most of the blasts of plasma and explosives, though it is weakened, sparking and flaring as he moves closer - returning fire with the baroque plasma pistol and blowing chunks out of your cover. His men survive the round of fire as well, their heavy chipped and battered, but still functional. One collapses from the plasma round, but the others move out of the way and into cover alongside their commander.

The medic rushes over to Varen, ducking down beside him and attending to his wounds - only to draw back in horror for a moment to find the poor attempts at patchwork the psyker had preformed - strands of molten flesh running across the hole in his chest. Bringing out the painkillers, he begins to work as hard as he can, even as Autumn continues his furious assault. Brerier, now screaming into vox, orders his men to unleash everything they can on the armoured troopers. Another trooper collapses from his injuries, but Autumn is quick to reply in kind, gunning down more rebels in his frenzy,

"Come on you traitor bastards, I'll take every one of you on!"

For Varen, in the now dim reality he views, a voice creeps into the back of his mind. It is a terrible, booming shriek that seems to crackle and pop, "Help - is on its way...."