Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140123045913/@comment-4948356-20140126150009

OOC:

Did someone say miracle? XD

IC

Wartev suddenly pops up in the middle of the chaos...

Wartev: "Oh this will never do... And I was hoping to relax with these stupidly overprived chicken... Oh well... COME HITHER DEAR!"

With that, Wartev slams down his staff, procuring the same cricle as before... along with the beast, fully healed, and pure rage within itself, finally have a chance to kill its captors.

It charged forward, crushing the trueborns with its feet and tails, Then reproducing the blue light, firing off a huge stream of plasma round at the incubi. Very few survived. All the while, the air started to become thick with the smell of Promethium as fumes start to become visiable..