Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-25684606-20180401005255

Othmar, having expected one, singular creature, sheathed his shotgun as he pressed his broad back against the wall of the cave. Preparing for the explosion in the short moments before it, he drew Crozius and Bolt Pistol anew.

Under his helmet, he could only smile at Brother Invexus' eagerness to exploit the enemy's weakness without hesitation. A move any son of the Lion would surely appreciate.