Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170520201547

Karliel begins to use the head of his chainaxe as a sort of shield for his helm. The close range of this firefight makes him feel vulnerable as las bolts and autogun rounds skorch and ricochet off of his armor. The dent from the autocannon in his armor being a constant reminder that he is not as invulnerable as he thinks.

He is steadily advancing with the bulk of his forces continuing to fire at the enemy, but now is focusing on firing his bolt rounds on all heavy weapons teams that he can accurately lay down fire on. His helm allowing for him to pick out targets in the whirlwind better than those without such advanced tech.

"Dont stop, keep advancing! We have the advantage in this engagement!" cries Karliel, referring to the visibility of the situation, knowing that both he and the Skitarii's helms/enhanced sense can see far better than the naked eyes of the renegades.

Karliel's internal judgement is still in turmoil, taking his full willpower to prevent himself from running headlong into melee against the enemy. He knows that to do so would make him vulnerable not only to concentrated enemy fire but potential friendly fire into his backside.