Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205203006/@comment-1734134-20180327174211

(To be clear Ice, you’re not bleeding out – the melta bomb would’ve cauterized your wombs immediately, while Space Marine biology is hard wired to prevent bleed outs)

The marines move forward, and again use grenades to clear the enemy positions, but they outright ignore Xylius’s suggestion to split up – knowing they cannot surround a force several times their size with their meagre fire. Still, they are able to force the alien heavy weapons to pause their barrage as Consus and the other group punch through.

Consus is able to stride through the hail of fire, his true grit allowing him to gun down a slew of xenos troopers as he helps to drag the scathed Drax to his feet. The aliens are by this point, scattered and struggling to hold back the Astartes. Drax’s wild charge once again draws their concentrated if not desperate fire, and while he cuts a bloody swathe through their rear, he himself is badly knocked about in the chaos of the fight.

But something emerges to challenge him, throwing Drax back into the rest of the party as it strides forth from the gaggle of panicked xenos. Clad in heavier armour than its kin and carrying a pair of energy blades, he begins marching towards Drax.