Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140210200623/@comment-14745711-20140212191353

OOC: well, that escape attempt was WAY over the top, and the duel had been going on for quite a long while, with no easily foreseeable conclusion. I didn't want it over taken by events.

IC: Dagorekh nods, and as Kakarot locks blades with an exhausted Rarakh he slips around the struggling pair, and grabs Talik's body. Heaving one arm over his shoulder, and supporting the front of him with his staff, Dagorekh brings Talik over to the door, where he sets him down gently.

Rarakh meanwhile, is no longer a match for Kakarot in his exhausted state. His hammer is thrust from his hands and flies onto the floor. The Sayian attempts a kill move, but Rarakh blasts him with plasma and kicks his back. Unsteadily he climbs to his feet. He stares at his two opponents who stand, weapons drawn in front of him. "It is over."

Suddenly the whole ships shakes as the explosives planted in engine room are detonated (thank you ZiXIS). The room tilts over sideways and everyone in the chamber slides, scrambling down the floor to land on the wall, where they manage with difficulty to stand up.

Rarakh is holding onto the edge of the platform, and with one hand pulls out a needle of some kind, and injects himself. The drug, it is clear, quickly energises him, as he pulls himself up so as to stand on top of the throne, and as the ship flips over onto its back he lands, sure footed on the ceiling, while the others tumble up towards it. Rarakhthen turns and hurries for the door, vaulting over the top of the door frame and away into the corridor.