Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170727220846

"You think you are the target Brerier? You obviously didn't get to know Orion very well or his plan." Karliel states and then turns the device off, hoping to confuse his target.

Grabbing the severed head, he attaches it to one of the hooks hanging from his waist, the jaw of the ogryn left gaping open with black blood dripping down his right leg from the meat of the beast's severed neck. Slowly and with a grimace on his face, Karliel pushes himself to his feet, power axe loosely gripped in his hand. He eyes the new arrival, listening to him but trying to figure out a reason why he is here in the first place.

"I would thank you for the help, but if that beast hadn't smacked me away, your grenade would have likely killed me. But seeing that we are short a couple of hands, you can join us."

Turning away, Karliel goes to grab his weapons that have been dispersed around the room grabbing his helmet, bolt pistol, stalker, and combat knife which were scattered on the floor. He then goes to retrieve his  saber, finding it still lodged in the wall, the rebel trooper that he scewered 'standing' with the blade in his gut. After retrieving his gear, Karliel puts his helmet back on and examines the damage report to his armor and flesh, trying to get an estimate of his combat efficiency.

"We need to get moving, no doubt Brerier sent more men and possibly beasts to hunt us down. Lets try to lose them in the industrial center of the city."