Thraxius' stream of vox-modulated binary cursing was almost entirely drowned out in the wake of the initial salvo, his body twitching backwards like some great metal puppet as a round collided with his chest.  His left arm let out a worrisome fizzle, but he ignored whatever vague pain he might have felt and lurched bodily towards the underside of the nearest table.<br/><br/><em>"Insolent vermin!"</em>his Vox wheezed, a jet of angry sparks sputtering from his eye-casing.<br/><br/>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)