Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-1734134-20170405232751

The mutants and fiends screech and hiss as gunfire tears them apart, their horrible forms unstable, unable to hold their vile flesh together as your las and auto-fire reduces them to shreds. The rebels lock bayonets and spear a number of confused beasts down, only to be dragged down to the floor with them and torn to shreds by gnarling teeth and tendrils. Blood, guts and gore trail after your furious advance - an unholy energy pushing you on. The unnatural adrenaline helps as vicious monsters of layered muscle attempt to rip off your heads.

The protective field offered by the Package allows you to draw close to the rift, seeming to affect the mutants that swarm you, several larger beasts moving to intercept you as Cain's glowing eyes lock upon your forms,

"Two - maybe three minutes!" Strasse screams - only for his voice to be cut out by the sound of a thunderous laugh - Cain's winged form begins to float down towards you - hands outstretched in a cross like manner,

"Finally! Strasse has done it!" he joyfully laughs, "My bride is with me once more!"

His form is torrid - scorching the ground and leaving you practically drowning in your own sweat. He drops to the floor and looks up, only meters away from you now,

"Tell me mortals, whom are you to bring my bride to me?" He raises a twisted, metal eye brow and grins.