Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180112125145/@comment-27084731-20180118162603

Verian visibly angered, hatred and fury marked his eyes, blood pulsing on his every vain, pulling the trigger now will be so easy, very easy, he could kill everyone in sight of his scope, the humans and the traitors. He then sighed, but not of relief, nor of lost hope, but just a simple meaningless sigh. He looked and memorized all the faces that stood defiant in front of him, his wounded state, his missing eye, his malfunctionig legs and almost broken armor, as well as his bleeding body screamed of rage, of vengeance. One bullet, his rifle seemed to somewhat speak to him, just pull the trigger.

But he didn't. Instead he lifted his gun and put it back on its place behind his back. He then proceeded to cloak and hid himself and started to move back towards the last position of the Inquisitor to give the report of how it would be impossible now to bring the whole site down. He then thought of the few missiles which managed to fly away towards their intended targets, thinking of nothing else seemed now to be worth saving of this entire planet he simply banished the thought of "innocents" dying. He just then moved towards the empty exit and quickly ventured away, alone.

Fury, anger and unimaginable rage seething within and outwards his frame. Leaving the undecided, the traitors and the damned behind him.