Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180309131740

Daon sees the Thousand Son go down. Long habit of attrition warfare marks the red-clad Marine as a casualty and Daon moves on. Then he recoils. This isn't a normal deployment, and these aren't Iron Warriors. He swings around and runs to the fallen Astartes, priming a krak grenade. As he reaches the Thousand Son's location his mechanical arm, aided by his charge, launches the grenade at one of the scarab tanks.

On the arm's downward swing the metal claw clamps shut on Vardes' collar, and he drags the Marine behind him and into cover. This is not standard protocol, but this isn't a standard war either.

Daon's mind shifts gears from siege to trench warfare. He chins his vox to the White Scar's frequency. "Brother Sun'Haku. We should break line of sight and force the enemy into sweeping the area. We'll gain time, and the probability of their heavy weapons bombarfing the location will decrease."

With Vardes back on his feet, Daon slings his autocannon and unholsters his bolt pistol. He stalks through cover, towards the small group of Astartes.

He decides to finish his broadcast. Morale is a factor here.

"TELL THEM THE ANGELS OF DEATH HAVE COME, TELL THEM NOTHING CAN SAVE THEM NOW. WE HAVE ARRIVED."