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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Apr 24, 2014 15:50:51 GMT
"I am fine, sister. Just a lucky shot. Help me stand and we will end this. I grow tired of their games. For The God-Empress! For the Primare! Long live the Rose Angels!" Aurora yells happily as she takes the dreadnaught's arm to get herself back to her hooves. She picks up her Chain sword and pulls out her bolter pistol. She charges quickly back into the fray slashing and blasting any who get into range of her. Soon after a fit of giggles can be heard from her like the battle cry of her legion, The Rose Angels.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Apr 25, 2014 15:08:47 GMT
"I am fine, sister. Just a lucky shot. Help me stand and we will end this. I grow tired of their games. For The God-Empress! For the Primare! Long live the Rose Angels!" Aurora yells happily as she takes the dreadnaught's arm to get herself back to her hooves. She picks up her Chain sword and pulls out her bolter pistol. She charges quickly back into the fray slashing and blasting any who get into range of her. Soon after a fit of giggles can be heard from her like the battle cry of her legion, The Rose Angels.
Sister Punchline rumbled in compliance, the systematic booming of her autocannon beginning once more as she strode after her smaller sister. The Hogz seemed to be running from them, hardly an orderly retreat but it was one that a Space Mare like Moonlight could see as she cut down stragglers, foolish xenos who had stopped to fight back whilst the rest of their kind ran from their slaughter. She was getting away from the rest of her squad mates, so caught up in the culling she would only just begin to understand how alone she suddenly was. A Hog Noble, or Nob' in their filthy language, turned back towards her, brandishing a large, chain-toothed axe and a look of feral insanity on its snout. "I DUN' CARE WOT BOSS CRUNCH'EAD SEZ...!" the beast roared, charging towards Midnight on its cloven hooves as loose scrap and decorative chains thrashed wildly about its form "I'S DA STRONGEST 'OG 'ERE, AND YOUS SPACE MARES NEED A GOOD KICKIN'! WAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" With no time to ponder the Hogz words, and knowing all reason to such creatures is lost, Midnight is faced with few options... - Fire off her Bolt Pistol, hoping to at least weaken the creature before engaging it in combat. (Roll a 3 to score a hit, 4 to score a wound)
- Brandish her Chainsword and ignite her pack, charging headfirst into the xeno with momentum on her side. (Roll 3d6 with 4's to hit, then 4's to wound)
- Fling a Frag Grenade, hoping to at least stumble the creature before being engaged. (3 to Hit, 4 to Wound)
As this big'un charged her, her grin widened even more. Her wing plates unfolded as her packs jets opened to ignite. Once they were open to full, her jump pack ignited launching her at her enemy. With her Chainsword in hoof she slashed at him with a field trained hoof and speed common to her more wild nature.
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Rolls for damage:
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