Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180416224707

Daon regards the fallen dispassionately. This is the nature of war, and the duty of Astartes. The enemy is showing remarkable acumen in examining the threat posed by the Astartes. Were they to be brought to heel, their technology and mentality would well serve the armies of the Imperium.

As he begins to advance, his cybernetic arm jerks forward, launching a frag grenade at prodigious speed into the cluster of enemies, even as he brings up the autocannon and starts firing two-round bursts at the mechanical beasts. Advancing through the middle of the clearing isn't always the wisest course of action, but shock tactics such as these have been employed by the IVth Legion on many ocassions, and it's familiar.

The thunder of his autocannon, the muted clanging of spent casings on the ground, the roar of bolter fire around him make him feel at home, alive.

"IRON WITHIN, IRON WITHOUT!" He cries over an open vox channel, for any and all to hear.