Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170305213305

Torki flys back, landing hard. Pain courses through his body, but he saw the shild pop out of existence. He painfully brings his las-rifle up and steadys it with his leg, bursting gun on full-auto at the mans unshilded head. He fought down a storm of coughing, which only further winded him.

"His head, TAKE OFF his damned head!", screamed Klavovich before a coughing fit over took him.

He continued to fire form his spot on the ground, slowly crawling in between bursts off fire for an open door way; occasionally firing a burst at the odd Loyalist that turned his head twords him.