Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-32600226-20190203024612

Ciaran whiped out his shotgun and fired a pair of rounds at the nearest Orks to Volprecht, wyrmsbreath rounds erupting from the barrel as plumes of white hot flame. "Cut them down, we don't have time to waste with them!" Ciaran thundered over the roar of his gun. As he fired he readied is lightning claw to cut down any that might stray too close.