Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-33521582-20180402152900

For a moment, the creatures are completely still. Then, some heads slowly rise looking around, just in time for the detonation. With a blinding flash, the two frag grenades go off with a sound like thunder. Minute fragments of sharpened metal fly out in all directions, shredding the beastly things and rebounding off the ceiling onto others. Howls of pain and whistling shreaks erupt from the mass, just as a beam of green light shoots from Zhevordus' grav-cannon, impacting in the center of the cave, and drawing in dozens of the creatures, leaving them suspended in middair like a deformed ball of chitin, limbs, and claws, the gravity holding them in place, but unable to crush the lightly armored monstrosities.

Taking the opportunity, the three other members of the kill-team begin rapid firing their bolters into the floating orb; bolter shells hit the ground as the rounds hit the suspended creatures, explosions hurling some away from the grip of the gravitational anomaly and onto others on the ground. Blood and guts swirl around the floating corpses and maimed things, before the effects of the grav-cannon wear off, and the whole thing comes crashing down with a disgusting sound of crushed exoskeletons.

Locating a good line of fire, Alexus lets loose a super-heated blast from his Multimelta. Even though the arcane weapon was made to cut through heavy armour, it easily dispatches a small cluster of creatures in the shot's path, setting their chitinous armor to boil while the creatures ballon and explode as their innards sublimate into gas.

Sergeant Invexus advances a few paces, and braces his body forward, Stormshield ready and Thunder hammer raised.

"Come, Brothers, let us draw them to their death!" Exultantly, he batters aside the nearer creatures who have rushed him with inguman shrieks of pain, anguish, and fury.

Othmar and Rine, their weapons ready, step to either side of Invexus, steadying themselves and readying their armaments for the forthcoming charge.

With a deafening cacophony of scraping, clawing, and blood-curdling shrieking, the creatures in the cave become aware of your location from the shots and the hammering blows of Sergeant Invexus. As one being, they surge forward in a seething tide of fangs and claws, some leaping above the others, propelled on insectoid wings, while a handfull of slow, hulking, almost spheroid shapes rise from the darkness and begin rolling their way towards your tunnel mouth.