Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20171030233506



The frenzied fire of Karliel's bolt pistol casts down a slew of mechanical soldiers, their bodies crumpling in the dirt and dust as miniature explosions wrack their system. Blood and oil spews out as they fall, cloaks billowing. At the same time, enough remain to empty wave after wave of shots into Karliel's body. Finally, with a terrible smell like the scent of burning leather filling his nostrils, and the taste of copper thick in his mouth, Karliel collapses onto the ground, dead.

What reminds of the Skitarii lurch after Ceras, the second frag throwing another train car off the tracks, tossing dirt and shrapnel into the air. Only fifteen of the red cloaked machine men remain, grimly rushing the Space Marine, emptying their fire into him. The explosive blasts have taken their toll, the roof coming down upon the station. Ceras is suddenly struck by a string of powerful electrical bolts, throwing him to the floor, wounded, as he's cut off from his pursuers. The Skitarii flee, abandoning the ruined bodies of Karliel and Soin to lie entombed in an embrace of blood and oil.