Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140824083125/@comment-6078851-20140910130737

responding automatically to the incoming danger Garion stood in the front rank, side by side with Raven, and saw Tychus also move to the front with the gaurdsmen.

igniting his flamer he started to bathe the air in the warm glow of prometheum orange, thousands (OOC: i'm assuming these scarabs are tiny, maybe the size of houseflys?) of the scarabs suddenly combusting into flame at each kiss of the flamer. everyone in the front rank adding their flamer to the conflagration, each scarab which caught fire seeming to lose interest in anything other than mindlessly milling around as the fire ate through their outer shell.

as they entered the room it was was larger than the beams of their lights could fully illuminate, yet as soon as the swarms were in range the cumulative light from the burning prometheum lit the room brightly, turning the near darkness almost blinding to the gaurdsmen who's eyes were accustomed to the gloom.