Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20190327175845

Tyberion cut through the last lesser Orks with ease, until his Eviscerator met the Chain Axe of one of the Nobz. Metal screeched in strained agony as the whirling teeth of imperial and xenos ground against each other. The Greenskin bellowed a war cry and smashed the Marine's blade aside, lunging out for a heavy swing as his comrades caught up with him, Gutsmasha looming behind them. The Ork was every bit as repulsive as Tyberion remembered, though some fresh scars spoke of duels fought and won in the meantime. Even more than any regular Ork, Gutsmasha was fast, precise and lethal in his attacks.

Driven aside by Tyberion and their own leaders, more of the Greenskins ganged up on Kellen, thought caught between the Marine and the Nobz as they were, few of them posed a serious threat. The towering Greenskins behind them would be an entirely different story, however.

The Plasma Charge went off right under the feet of one of the nods. After the bright flash of light faded, the Ork looked astonished ,if that was possible for one of his species, as large parts of unprotected skin had been burnt to a crisp or fused with its crude armor by the heat. Far from dead however, it merely let out a raging growl and charged ahead towards Ciaran and the others, seeking to make them pay for its pain.

Dax shot would inevitably hit Tyberion as well as the Nob Mob had by now closed in on him, seeing how he was the only one answering their challenge as the rest of the team fell back.

Volprecht's charge was well met by an particularly scarred Nob. Both its eyes had been replaced by crude augmetics and its face bore the scars of acid, flesh burnt away to the bone at several spots. Neither seemed to impair the Ork however, as it swing its twin-headed chain axe at Volprecht with enough force to clearly cleave someone in half.