Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140702040002/@comment-24821739-20140815235731

Ragnar utters a ferocious howl, and Kaila knows that her master has found the prey. Ragnar dodges left, as a huge claw passes over his head, and the Lictor materializes in front of him. Draven ducks in close and slashed the beast across it's torso, ichor spilling from the cut. Before he can duck back out however, the mantis-like bio-morph punctures his midsection, and he gets thrown back, behind the Space Marine line.

Ragnar bellows in rage and raises his bolt pistol, he unloads the clip on the beast, and 3 holes open up in it's torso. Ragnar slashes with his combat knife, and one of the monstrosity's claws lay at his feet. But, Ragnar had opened himself up to attack.

A claw screams for his neck...

Suddenly, Ragnar is shifted about a metre to his left, as Kaila bumps into him. Ferious anger on her muzzle, she takes the claw between her front paws. The claw bites deep into her torso, and she yelps, blood pouring from the wound.

Ragnar utters a howl, massive in scope and sound. He dives headfirst at the Lictor and head-butts it back. Dazed, the Lictor attempts to collect it's self, but a bolt from Sanguinior's pistol hammers into it's skull. Ragnar presses his advantage, slashing and stabing, and taking just as many wounds from the surrounding 'nids. The Lictor stabs him through the torso and pulls him close. Ragnar takes the combat-knife in both hands and stabs down through the Lictor's head and out through it's mouth.

With the Lictor's death, the horde wavers, and draws back into the cave, as if protecting something....

Ansgar looks to the cohesion of his squad as Ragnar runs INTO the melee, and gazes in astonishment as Sanguinior follows him. With his unit split apart, he can't believe the incompetence of his battle-brothers.

Ansgar releases another clip and reloads, not even thinking about it. He palms a couple grenades and tosses them into a large concentration of 'nids, pulping those within.

Why did they give me this squad? How am I supposed to have any form of combat efficiency with this bunch of dis-obediant followers?

Just as he thinks this, the cavern explodes in noise, that seems to be coming from Ragnar.

Ansgar watches in astonishment as Draven takes the hit that throws him behind the line.

He watches in amazement, when Kaila, a mere animal, takes a hit for one of the Emperor's Angels.

His jaw hits the floor for a fraction of a second when Ragnar kills the Tyranid, like a hero of old.

Ranil reloads his custom bolter, and fires a melta-blast at the encroaching group of 'nids. He remembers in his head his exact bullet cound, and knows that they may be doomed.

He smiles when he thinks back to the other times that he had the same thought pass through his mind, as he fires and reloads without thinking, all while keeping exact count of the rounds he has left.

As Ansgar calls over the Vox for Melta charges, Ranil reaches for his charge and primes it, all while keeping his bolter hiring and keeping track of his remaining ammunition.

Ranil watches the scene that unfolds with Ragnar and Draven, and he puts the Melta-bomb away. He reloads one final time after the creatures retreat, and noticed that he has less than 50 rounds, not including his full clip.

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Aloysius allows his mag-locks to engage, and stows his pistols. He charges a Melta-bomb in preparation for the tactical advantage/break in the Tyranid line to deliver his payload.

He watches as the glory-hounding Space Wolf charges at an enemy that could kill a Chapter Master, and shakes his head in amusement. He knows there's a use for such tactics, but this is a bad place to practise such things.

He stops shaking his head when the Space Wolf kills the Lictor, and de-activates his melta-bomb as the tide of bio-forms recede.

Draven relishes his close combat, and bats a small bio-form, and almost accidentally, cuts through another on the back-swing. He liked how this Space Wolf ffought when he was tracking.

Then came the blow, hammering through his torso, and suddenly he was flying. He used his jump-pack to reduce the brunt of the impact, and hammered into the floor of the cave anyways.

His vision swam as his pain injectors attempted to compensate. He quickly, and methodically reached into a pouch and produced some of the cera-mite repair cement from it, and screamed in pain as he applied it to his wound, but he knew that it would close it.

As soon as he first applied the cement, the same Familiar voice that had talked to him before, talked to him again.

"Get up! Quickly, Ragnar is in Danger! Do not let your Brother DIE!"

Draven quickly fires his jump pack and comes to a crouch, his bolt-pistol in his hand. He quickly aims in the general direction of Ragnar and fires a single shot.

As if guided by some force, the bullet strikes the Lictor in the head.