Ooc: I'm going to have to be botted here too, so metal mushroom if you like you can jump right in and proxy me till next mission. If you would prefer not to, no problem Graal or Deran can do it if they like. Just saying as advice, the gaunt isn't the type to do an interpretive dance if there's a way round the enemy defences that just it knows about, it would at most give graal's char a nudge because we're buds and go off on it's way to own some noobs. Also, nom everything for biomass because nids are awesome that way, now that I've been a picky bastard I'll leave you guys to a truly awesome RP.
As Ithera and the others were on the rooftop they could see a single Guardsman standing at the only entrance from here which had been the Air Vents. The fight outside did not shift at all, it looked like the entire night would be a stalemate for no force would give in.
Ithera had approached the Guardsman in a mere moment, swift and silent. Before he could react his weapon was tossed away, his sidearm and knife stripped from their holsters. She pinned him to the ground, witchblade against his throat, in what all seemed like a single second. "What are you doing here?"
"wot is da flashlight hummie doin wiv all da burny hummies?" OOC: translation: why is a guardsman in the SOB base as they are at war in this campaign?
"Aaauuugggghhhh!" The guardsman yelled through his gasmask as he got taken down. When he hit the floor, he instinctively started to get up, but was stopped by the blade to his throat. He took a few deep breaths, obviously scared, "I could ask you the same thing, Eldar." He replied, speaking up to get his voice through the gasmask.
OOC: Think that was Urian introducing new guy IC: Salek watched the exchange take place only briefly, shaking his head he cast his gaze back out to the stalemate between his kin and the female warriors, ever so tempted to march into the fight as well but not enough to actually betray the rest.
