OOC: It was snipers, if you don't remember... I REMEMBER THIS SHIT, WAIT A MOMENT I DIG IT UP. OOC: I NEVER CHOSE HOW MANY. 5 SOUND GOOD?
OOC: Brain not functioning correctly, I've had to deal with a fuckton of problems lately. So yeah, sorry for being half gone. IC: -Culexto- He waited till the patrol was checking a dead end, the snipers not taking their sights off of them in any second. "Fire." Was the only word that his squad heard from him. That was the mark. It was time to remove that patrol from the board.
OOC: Ah! So I was just being dumb! Thanks for drawing it. I want to head through the "barricade/rail" corridor, that should put my previous post in context. I can make a new post if you like though, I'm just being lazy
As hot plasma fire melts away sections of the barricade any man not doused in its molten fury hustles to unbroken sections of the barrier, returning fire in short bursts. Las rounds and bolt rifles bark their fury at the assembling line across from them. "Volley fire!" Hron shouts from the rear guard, his voice reverberating in the minds of his men as he truns to the black priest with a curt nod. "Go forth my children! Drive these interlopers from your fathers halls, leave none standing!" The tepid air fills with the shouting, cursing and howling of the fanatical as they lunge forward through the breeches in the barricade. Cultists bedecked in scrap metal armor pouring in their dozens through smoking holes in the defenders lines with reckless abandon, those with firearms shooting indiscriminately forward as their half crazed brethren charge the assembling line of Imperial invaders. Many fall in the push, and behind them Black Hand sharpshooters take only opportune shots as engineers move to patch the breeches with plates of reforged armor.
Kara smiles and picks up the tiny detonator that was in her pocket. She takes it in her hand and presses the button. With multiple loud BOOMS the tiny rigged explosive she had planted on her stumbly and "clumsy" way there (she had fallen against the barrier for example) explodes. A part of the barrier is turned into rubble as even one of the offciers are turned into a fine mist and gore. About 5 small explosions are spread out trhough the ranks, killing dozen of heretics in a simple click.
"Ah ha! Engelbrecht, I give command to you! Finally the cowards come to face us, NOW CHARGE!" This was finally the chance to draw steel and fight like true men, and Sigismund wasn't about to miss it for something like "proper tactics"! With himself and the ogryns as a vanguard they charged towards the mass of cultists and heretics with the fury of His will. From the slit of his helmet he saw las fire continually crack from the barricade, one shot hitting the ogryn next to him in the eye, sending the massive brute down. Another clunk from behind him signaled the death of one more abhuman, the commander cursed those snipers, too cowardly to receive the emperor's judgment face-to-face. Screaming the ancient battlecry of his family, he knight crashed into the horde with his bodyguard. Men were trampled, others torn apart by the massive swings of the ogryn, many died by swing of his own sword. Sigismund naturally seeked out a champion to test his skills, the priest in black goading the heretics on seemed like the perfect candidate. "Fight me apostate! I will send you back to what ever hell hole you came from!"
