Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-1536954-20180330020511

Though Rine was not a son of Dorn, he was in Zhevordus's eyes worthy enough a battle brother to stand by his side in combat, and with his passing, he found himself commanded by a furious vengeance. In a sheer, and perhaps blind, anger - taking his chance to leap at the opened created by the absence of suppressive fire - he relinquished his position of cover and lunged at the leather satchel thrown before him, assuming it was an explosive. With no sparing of the seconds, he grabbed it by a corner, and lobbed it back in the direction of its sender.