Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140807071103/@comment-14745711-20140812213323

OOC: son of a...

IC: Orphius tears at the creatures on his armour, flinging them off of him wherever possible. He quickly pulls the pin from one of his frag and it detonates in amongst a thick part of the cloud. He quickly scrambles away from the mess as fast he can, trying the get clear of the silver swarms.

IM: Dam it! If only we had a flamer or a melta-gun.

OOC: so these are defiantly Canoptekh scarabs right?