Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180314000025

Daon opens fire on the distracted aliens. Autocannon shots ring out in a steady, mechanic rhythm. The timing is precise as clockwork; it is not a man firing, it is a machine of war. He calls out every shot through the vox, marking the targets for his fellow Astartes. Even so, he does not lose himself. Even as Daon counts the kills, and the ammunition, he waits for the scarab tanks. Two tanks, two grenades. They can't be too far behind.