Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180221234631

Daon targets the nearest automatic laser post, unleashing a hail of autocannon shots to provide relief to the Astartes. The ammunition counter ticks away in his mind, as he considers the ranges and lines of fire to the other heavy weapon positions. He'll shoot the ones nearer the center, opening a breach for the Space Marines to assault.

Chips of rock and molten slag pelter his armour while he shoots. He only speaks to call out his targets. For him, the battlefield is quiet and still, like a sculpture. His spent casings clang as they hit the pavement at his feet.