"Templar!" He hissed. The Contemptor swung his powerfist at the newcomer, while the remaining Rubrics fired their weaponry, the sorcerous bolts bouncing off the ceramite.
Baseline Human; civilian clothing, 21st century-style military boots, no armour. Armed with a heavily modified late 20th century Benelli M4 shotgun with Aimpoint CompM4 red dot sight that fires high-velocity 12 guage flechette darts through a ridiculously narrow choke capable of piercing Power Armour, and of course, a Monomolecular Katana. Because everything is better with Katanas. *Still running*
That thermite grenade was fuckin' OP. Until further notice, I don't have any heavy weapons in-universe. At least, not on my person.
