Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180302102358

Daon falls back, as ordered. Methodically he moves among the rubble, unslinging his autocannon and pouring fire into the alien counterattack as he makes his way back, providing what cover he can to the retreating line. His smoking barrel tracks from target to target causing horrific wounds to the steady rhythm of the gigantic drum that is the gun's report. Even as he slowly retreats, he keeps his mechanical side, his iron side, towards the enemy. The counters run through his mind as he calls out every shot, but a detached part examines the artillery piece, looking for signs of a munitions cache, or a generator.

"FROM FAITH COMETH HONOUR".