Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171108094439/@comment-25684606-20171120001621

An armored fist emerged from the rubble, belonging to the Sister who followed. Coughing up blood, she pulled herself on her feet with the Chain sword as a crutch. Despite it's by now battered shape, her fingers clenched around it with an iron grip.

"Brothers!" She called out for the Astartes, pressing her free hand on the wound in her stomach. She knew her end was near, but she'd be damned if it were on this heretical pile of wicked sorcery.