Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-32600226-20190314012738

Hearing Tyberion's mutter confirmed one of several suspicions Ciaran had about the Ork Boss. "Team! Fall back and regroup, the main course is here ahead of schedual." Ciaran called to his team. Reaching deftly within his cloak with his free hand Ciaran withdrew his plasma charge, armed it, and swiftly threw it towards the center of the Orks ahead of them. It almost certainly wouldn't kill the boss, though it might hurt his underlings, nor did Ciaran intend for it to do so. Killing the boss would almost certainly earn him Tyberion's ire so he aimed to kill the other Boyz instead.

As he himself withdrew a few paces Ciaran withdrew a frag grenade and called to the team, "once the charge I just threw goes off, focus fire on Gutsmasha's bodyguards! Gutsmasha himself is Tyberion's unless he asks for aid!"