Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205203006/@comment-25684606-20180529210533

Consus grunts, ducking behind a piece of torn, blasted machinery to take cover from the Xenos fire. He sets his Bolter down and lifts his hands to his helmet. After popping both seals, the Dusk Raider pulls it off his head and slings it to his belt.

The Marine's face was gaunt, his dark hair starting high on his head and shining with sweat. He took a deep breath, the toxins doing little to affect a son of Mortarian. Drawing Pistol and Knife, he rose once more, lunged over his cover and headed towards the group of Xenos. They could not be allowed to retreat.