Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171101093641/@comment-8397818-20171210221240

Seeing no other way out, Ceras decides to use his second plasma grenade. He knew that the grenade would create a powerful blinding light that would shock  and vaporize the enemy for just a moment, and maybe prehaps scare off the ogryns.

"Hold on to your courge, men!" - Ceras thought that some morale support would imporve their fighting strength and spirit.

"You have proved your loyalty, and as a result the Emperor did not found you wanting. I tell you this not as one of his many priests of the Imperial Cult, but as His Angle of Death! Follow me and you shall know salvation!" - Ceras transmitted his message over the vox-caster of the kill-squad.

He peaked out of cover to see the ogryns still firing on his position.

"I know those mindless mongrels, soon they will run out of ammo and then they will charge at us with their guns as if they were some clubs. But those ones seems different then the others, lets see how smart they are." - Ceras thought.

He took out one of his grenades and gave it to the nearest trooper.

"As the Emperor trust your loyalty, so do I. As you know, this is a powerful weapon. You will only have one chance to make a difference, so make it count!"

Ceras took his last grenade and tossed it out of cover. Half way thorugh the blast he rose and pointed his bolt gun towards the ogryns.

"You are twice the men than those brain-dead mutants! Show them what you are made of while I will take care of the steel-skinned cowards!" - Ceras shout and left his cover while firing at will at the nearest skitarii targets.