<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4530238#msg4530238">Quote from: Shihong on 20-04-2011, 03:28:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His good hand went straight for the rugged Hell Gun on his hip, removing it from its holster and readying it with a single practiced motion.  Raising himself over the quickly-dwindling cover in front of him he would lock onto the nearest available cultist and fire off a single shot.<br/><br/>[Ballistic Test] 7/38 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24745) [Energy Damage 8, Penetration 7] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24746)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Thraxius' shot blasted off the bulkhead the cultist was hiding behind, barely causing him to flinch<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4530460#msg4530460">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 20-04-2011, 04:13:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The patch of blurred air near the entrance of the room suddenly ripples more strongly, exposing the blurred outlines of Arkhah Traak as the Kroot leaps into motion, flipping neatly past the frag shrapnel and through the hail of autogun fire. One bullet strikes home despite his acrobatics, only to shatter against his invisible force field in a sudden flare of brilliant, blinding light.<br/><br/><em>"Greeeeaachaaaaaaahh!"</em><br/><br/>Bladed long-las still in hand, he leaps to the attack, charging the door of the room and slashing at the nearest of the assassins viciously.<br/><br/>(3/60 to-hit. 17 Rending damage, Pen 2.)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The Kroot's vicious attack ripped into the left arm of the cultist and pulled it open, causing blood to spray all over the floor.  The cultist screamed and dropped his autogun, retching violently as he clutched his arm and tried to stop the arterial spray, his hands contorted in pain while his robe became covered in the expanding pool of blood.  Out in the corridor, there were 4 more cultists wielding chainswords, who started pulling the activation studs on their weapons and filling the corridors with the howl of revving chainswords to punctuate the screams of the dying cultist.