Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-26913031-20161216222554

Claudius sheds his cumbersome overcoat revealing his well worn pistol holster and magazine pouches. As projectiles whistle past he peels a rifle off of one of the dead troopers and goes prone. He makes his way forward crawling on the dusty ground until he reaches what's left of a sandbag wall and begins taking potshots at the shifting figures which were somewhat obscured by dust and smoke. He looks back to his companions to see how they are faring.