Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20161221160525

Breathing his thanks to the Emperor, Torki looks to the sky for a second. Sheathing his short sword and pistol, he takes up a position beside Varen. His las-rifle snaps up and he begings to shoot down more rebels. A half dozen of the wretched soldiers fall.

"Good work on the downed Sgt. Is good he is not dead yet.", seys Klavovich to Varen.

He then jumps onto a nearby latter, climbing on to the ramparts of the wall. The old cat walk was tusted in areas, but the thick wall provided decent cover. Torki cuts down another 6 rebels before turning his attention to the morter crews. As far into the settlement as they were hitting, he knew they wouldn't be to far from the wall.

He spotted several, a man with a portable vox appeared to be talking to their forward elements. He also spotted a man with binoculars, a spotter perhaps. An officer possibly. Those were his targets. Taking a deep, steady breath, Torki takes his first shot. His second follows shortly after.