Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-1536954-20180329163448

Though keenly sensing that Brother Rine was in danger, Zhevordus knew his priorities as heavy support. He regained his footing, flexing his silver-clad arm in a boisterous shrugging off of the blunt shock that continued to ring through it. He took aim at the final remaining Autocannon-bearing vehicle, and pulled his trigger. Though slightly off-aim, a second momentous nexus of gravity was born to life, warping and swallowing a mass of armour plates and vehicle components in a violent, explosion-less display of merciless disassembly.