Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180429230239

Jarik turns back around, glaring at the enemy psyker from under his helmet and looks over at the charred body of the warrior the psyker butchered with his power. Holstering his bolter onto the magstip upon his back, Jarik walks back over the the psyker, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up from his feet. Turning his head to the Thousand Son,

"Then there is no point keeping him alive then."

At that the Sergeant smashes his fist into the gut of the wounded mortal, grasping at his spine and tearing it out of his body. He then throws the corpse of the psyker away and tosses aside the vertibrae of his spinal cord. He growls his next order to the remaining Astartes around him.

"Watch the perimeter and get me a headcount of how many men we have left."

The sergeant turns back to the Vox-Marine, holding out his now blood covered gauntlet awaiting the vox-caster.