Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170610233914

Karliel cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he finally begins to taste his own blood once again and the stench of copper and flesh fill his senses. His right arm a mangled mess but the power armor and his enhanced physique begin to work hard to both dull the pain and allow it to function. He laughs as the renegades are torn apart, the wet crunches of their mangled bodies below his boots and their dying screams fill Karliel with joy.

Grabbing the auto-cannon, Karliel turns and lets loose a volley into the other group of renegades. However, it isn't the most precise of fire, for he charges at the renegades while firing and his right arm isn't able to hold the kick from the weapon as well as it would have normally. Karliel crushes all that stand in his path but on his way to the renegades, he tries to make out whether or not the Skitarii are from his force, he does not recall any staying behind from Soin's force nor does he recall having ordered any others to come follow him. Although the thought was merely a passing one, for he was entirely focussed on getting close to those guardsmen and tearing their heads from their shoulders.