Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191017144727

"Ignore the rain, your lives depend on it!", Hen barked at the guardsmen who were looking up at the awful mist of blood.

The beast was badly wounded, but that ment nothing. Only death would ensure safety, well, relative safety. Hen jogged quickly to get a view of the Traitor Marines backside, then sent another slew of bolts for the back of its leg. The same one he had hit before.