Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20141027112820/@comment-24821739-20141105142222

OOC: Ok, time for the last ditch effort.

Tychus landed badly, and rolled to a stop. He knew both of his collar bones were broken, and his Power Armor began filling his nervous system with various stimms to block the pain. Grunting with the pain, he lifted himself to his feet. He quickly stabbed his powersword into the floor of the room, and tore his helmet off, the optics had been damaged by the "separating" fall. He then pulled his ancient powersword out of the floor, and quickly took in the battle around him.

IM: "One last stand."

Tychus' thoughts wandered to the Codex Astartes, for possibly the last time. "If there is no longer an opportunity for victory or reinforcements, attempt to destroy the leaders."

Tychus grinned, possibly for the last time, and launched himself at the Necron in front of him. A song of McCragge on his lips, and a smile on his face...

''IM: This is what it feels like when duty ends. ''