Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140702040002/@comment-24821739-20140802044728

IC: Above the frantic defense that is the Space Marine line, Aloysius gets a good look at the swarm of Tyranids. Aloysius can see that the mass of Hormagaunts and Termagaunts are coming from the tunnel dead ahead, the Kill-Team's ultimate objective. Aloysius notices that the Tyranids are just streaming out, there's more and more behind them. This swarm is WAY larger than the one that they had fought against the Tervigon. Aloysius knows that there must be a decisive and swift victory if they are to survive.

IC: Ragnar moves through the Tyranids, punching and slashing, destroying anything in his way. The stink of death is all that fills his nostrils. While wading through his foes, Kalia moving at his side supporting his flanks, Ragnar smells something...grotesque. Decaying matter, human decaying matter. This smell is off to his far right flank, and there's only one way through. Ragnar, feeling the Hunt upon him, drives himself forward, wading through claws and bites. Multiple small wounds decorate his armor as he surges forward. - Draven lands on the small Hormagaunt form, crushing it's head beneath his boots. He relishes in the feeling of watching it's eyes as it dies, then turns for the next threat. Feeling his hate and rage arise.....

OOC: I would post more, but I don't know what everyone is doing... (Also, Nice Icelandic LoneWolf! Good touch!)