The Techpriest emits another burst of irritated static as the cover finally gives out under the combined efforts of auto-fire and molten grenade fragments, perhaps commenting on the supposed girth of his attacker's mother.  His eye struggles to see through the murk, just barely making out the next nearest table.  Seeing his opportunity he leaves the thoroughly blasted pile of burnt wood and metal, shooting near blindly in the general direction of the cultists in a semi-auto burst.<br/><br/>[Ballistic Test] 8/18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24786)  [Damage] 10, 7 Penetration (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24787)<br/><br/>Ducking down behind the nearest suitable cover he could find, he groped around his robes for the hilt of his Power Axe, not wanting to be caught entirely off guard now that the wild shrieks of several chainswords were cutting through the fog.<br/><br/><em>"Thrice-cursed heretics!  May you choke on your own blood!"</em>