Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20190709183946

As each and everyone of his species, Gutsmasha wasted no time with formalities, simply buying room from Ciaran with a wide swing which seamlessly transitioned into an overhead swing down on the oncoming Tyberion. He knew the blow could easily fell him, as many of his past Brothers had wrongfully relied on their armor's strength in face of the Xenos' overwhelming strength.

The Ork did indeed lunge itself on Volprecht's shield, its mass enough to crush a mere human. Its jaws snapped like a rabid dog at the Marine's helmet, its tusks scraping jarringly over the painted ceramite. He could hear Reus' offer and in a moment, the Psyker was behind him, blade ready.

Kellen could feel the weapon heat up dangerously in his hand, its rapid fire however decimating several of the Orks, with the others displaying a fracture of intelligence in their attempt to duck into cover. Their large size worked against them however, and they only managed to limit their own movement.