Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20171009233342

On his back, Karliel drops his bolt pistol and begins to swing wildly at any mutants still standing around him. He holds his chainaxe at slightly less than half haft swinging with his right and grappling with his left, all while attempting to get onto his feet. He doesn't care much for tactics right now and decides to allow the flow of the fight carry him, crushing whatever mutants stand in his way. The bite of the Butcher's Nails grows fainter with every fresh kill and Karliel smiles under his helm.