Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170814044747

Karliel is thrown off balance with one of the cables snapping, he hits the side of the lift cage.

"Shit!" he mutters to himself but sighs as the lift begins to move upwards.

He tries to take cover, trying to hide his large form from the sniper fire, using his pauldrons to cover himself from the angles he can guess the snipers are shooting from. Crouching, he raises his power axe to protect his lenses, he does not wish to lose his one good eye. The combat knife in his hand held in a reverse grip, his gauntlets held around it tight as he prepares to run down the snipers as soon as he reaches them. He mentally prepares, harnessing his rage and bloodlust. His hands begin to tremble slightly as he accepts the drugs and chemicals in his body.

"Khorne, guide my axe and grant me strength. Allow me to shed the blood of my foes in your name and add their skulls to your throne. Every kill is a kill in your name." mutters Karliel. He is not sure if the Blood God listens to his servants but hopes he does.