Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170621002032

Unable to find cover, Karliel stands his ground firing wildly around the room until rounds and bolts from the flanking renegades find their mark behind his left knee, shattering the bone and tearing into his lower back, bringing him down with a loud thud of ceramite against the metal floor.

The heavy bolter lying next to him, Karliel is unable to hold it any longer due to the weakness of his right arm, he looks for his weapons with his one good eye, hoping to find his bolter or bolt pistol to make a final stand. He heaves himself across the floor with his left arm, a trail of blood is left behind him as his body tries to repair the broken flesh and bone. He tries to vox Soin one last time, even though he is sure his helmet is too damaged to transmit the singal, "Soin....." Karliel tastes blood in his mouth "blow this place to hell."