Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20141027112820/@comment-24821739-20141103151702

OOC: Sorry guys, it's been crazy over here in Texas. In case you need to know, Operational Freedom means you get to choose your own way to attack.

IC:Tychus couldn't hold back anymore. His powered blades coursed with energy as the Chaplain fell, and Tychus' rage could no longer be held back. His mission was a failure, and through that failure, a world would have to be destroyed. Though he normally fights with his head, he abandoned that philosaphy now, and uttered a roar as if he was a Space Wolf.

He charged headlong into the Necrons, nor caring whether he lived or died. He knew the odds were stacked against them, and that they were outgunned and outclassed in this fight.

...but he no longer cared.

He took a wound from a necron as he charged, and another as he smashed into their lines. Then he almost became a blur to the Space Marines as he dodged, jumped and slashed his way around, not dealing much damage, but forcing the Necrons to target him, leaving the rest of the Squad to find their targets.

In the heart of the battle, Tychus caught up with Darius, and spared a moment in his fight to grin at Darius. and He took another wound for his trouble.

"Brothers, wether we live or die is not an issue! These Xenos cannot make it to the magazine decks, they would destroy the ship! As of now, you have operational freedom," Tychus belts these words out as he dodges an attack from the Necron Lord,l and vaults his way away, taking another wound from the haft of the Lord's weapon.