Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140123045913/@comment-14745711-20140124000143

OOC: oh well, I guess we'll just have to hope that my entire army can hold that thing off. Fingers crossed.

IC: Avatus manages with difficulty to activate his communicator. "Nablanel, you're about to have so very large, very ugly and very dangerous company. Fall back and brace yourselves for an attack from the fortress, formation Delta 5". Avatus then returns his attention to the current situation. His eyes turn gold and a mass of energy bursts out from his smashing the hand hold him to smithereens.

Outside the fortress the Angels fall back and form a semi-circle around the fortress all weapons primed and targeting the entrance. However there are also forces facing behind them, should the Dark Eldar launch their counter attack. Nablanel stands at the head of the group weapon clutched tightly. At his side Yannos stands ready, the damage to the back of his armour frustrating, but not critical. The Sayian Apothacaries have gathered the gene-seed have revived many thanks and been gathered into the group for their protection. The tenseness seems to hang in the air, as the group waits.

OOC: here we go.