Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191120233202

Hen heard the chatter over the box lines. Enemy armor and air. He put his helmet on and moved for the surface as the chamber started to come to life. The only thing that he heard from Cyradon was, "What say you all to this?".

'I'm sure it was tactically sound...', he thought to himself as he kept moving, pushing around the line of partisans. As he started to make for the tree line he yelled over his shoulder," The perimeter won't establish itself, gentlemen."

Hen moved to the nearby woods, las rifle shouldered. The big man found a large tree and leaned against it; eyes learing into the gloomy forest. Casting his eyes back he waves the others on before creeping into the dark woods. He nested into a bush that hugged a fallen tree. Silent, still as a statue, Henriksen waited for the enemy to show itself with the same anticipation that going over the top garnered. The only thing missing was the whistle...