Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171108094439/@comment-25684606-20171110154055

As her Bolter missed, the sister sent a short prayer to it's machine spirit, pleading for a benevolent accuracy. After the vox on her helmet was back up, she activated it to speak her litanies to the Emperor out loud. If she were to go down, she would have his glory on her lips until the last moment.