Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170303013828

As more of Autumn's men collapse, your cover is shredded and blown to pieces. Hot-shot las fire scars your flesh and burrows holes in your right arm, scorching your weapon and knocking you back before they turn towards the rebels. The rebel troops toss grenades and lob explosives towards the loyalists. Imperials are shredded or ripped apart, limbs and heads flying, but some remain standing and stumble forward before charging int the foe.

They focus on the group, drawing entrenching tools, daggers and swords. With Torki wounded and Varen down, they push through any rebel troopers that come within their way, smashing through rubble and rock in a suicide charge, bearing down on you. Autumn is at their head, flexing his power claw and firing off a couple more shots - before your shots catch his plasma pistol. Burning, smoking and sparking, Autumn stumbles back.

As the weapon malfunctions, he tears it from his gauntlet, letting it tumble to the ground - his shield weakening. He looks up at you and growls, launching himself forward and swinging out at you with a crackling power claw,

"Once I've torn your head off, I'll find the witch that murdered my men, tear off his daemons head as well, you traitor bastards!"

The medic continues to work, managing to draw Varen out of a total daze, only into a feeling of stinging, half numbed pain.