Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170301015900

Torki lets out a pained roar, relieving the nightmare of seeing his closest friend and brother being killed before him. In a rush of adrenaline he drew his plasma pistol and emptied half of it square into Autumns chest. Then he pulled his rifle back up, nailing 4 of the men closet to the bastard in the neak.

"Open fire!", screamed Klavovich, again lost in memory and time.

Torki hugged cover, snapping off rapid semi-auto shots into the loyalists pulling ahead of the rest.