Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-33521582-20180417202721

Brother Alexus' greaves peel off layers of the vile mucus as he slides to a stop, raising his weapon. The beam cuts across two of the heavily armored abominations, their chitin bubbling and running like wax over a fire, their flesh blackening and sublimating into black ash as the heat carbonizes them completely.

Gaut stands his ground, a paragon of faith, crushing the beasts with broad sweeps of his Crozius that crack carapaces and sunder skulls. His bolt pistol barks steadily, punctuating every blow with a fountain of gore and ichor from any creature attempting to bypass him, or leap at him from the sides.

Zhevordus aims his grav-cannon, and creates a massive acceleration that rushes over the kill-team's right flank. Hundreds of small monsters fly through the air in a living tidal wave of twisting flesh and carapace, dragged away by the pull, and three dozen eggs are ripped from the mucus and fly through the cavern, as well, crashing into the landing abominations in bone-shattering impacts that splatter ichor and mucus.

Drew groans. His breathing is unsteady and his body is severely battered from the blow. He rises slowly to his feet, and looks around before recovering his weapons and limping forward. One of the eyes in his helmet is crushed, his right leg is definitely fractured, as are a number of ribs on that side.

Sergeant Invexus holds his ground alongside Gaut, chanting litanies in High Gothic as he pummels monstrosity after monstrosity. His armor is drenched in the beings' ichor, only his Stormshield is clean, its crackling powerfield cleansing it after each creature is broken upon it. "Prepare yourselves for the shock troops!" He shouts as the armoured monsters advance,

The rest of the kill-team cover the left flank and rear, bolters blazing rythmically as hellfire rounds rip into the creatures, releasing their lethal payload and dissolving them into mush as they advance. One of them lobs a krak grenade at the Sergeant's shout, the explosive charge blasting one of the heavy monsters into pulp and gore.

The swarm of creatures seems to have no limit, and the kill-team is pressed by them on all flanks. Zhevordus' actions grant a brief reprieve on the right, clearing it momentarily. But soon, the swarm returns in force, rending with claw and fang, leaping at the Space Marines with suicidal zeal.

The remaining four armoured monsters clear the remaining hundred meters in an eyeblink and crash into Othmar and Sergeant Invexus, throats bulging and massive arms striking with razor claws that rip chunks of ceramite from theirr armours. The sheer weight of two of them knocks Othmar back, while Sergeant Invexus is lifted off his feet by the charge, but doesn't fall prone.

The gargantuan creature continues to advance, clearing a third of the distance to the kill-team on its massive legs, even moving slowly. As it advances, two of them pop eggs, releasing four more armoured insectoids that glare evily at the Astartes from deep set, black, orb-like eyes.