06-21-2015, 02:00 PM
Tartaros clambered to his feet, grabbing his blade and his boltgun while Triest struggled with his shotgun and Mr T. scrambled into one of the empty bolt magazines dangling from the Luna Wolf's armour. Charging towards the chitinous man, the marine was suddenly hit by a stray crystal from the second floor, scratching his armour as he ran towards Triest.
Finally reaching the slippery fighter, the Luna Wolf grabbed Triest, grumbling under his breath as he reached for his chainsword, preparing to deal with the mercenary. Though, as he reached for his blade, he was struck with a sudden crack, and then a sting in his sides... Triest had managed to cut through part of Tartaros' armour with a set of his sharpened legs!
The marine clutched his bloodied right side, leaving his chainblade clipped to his belt.
"Impressive..."
As Triest attempted to pull himself free from the iron grip of the Luna Wolf's left arm, Tartaros butted his head towards the hybrid, cracking through carapace and sinew as Triest was still trying to slip his way out of the marine's lock.
"But not good eno- ARGH!"
The marine was knocked forwards onto Triest by the force of a crystal tearing along his back. Axorn, finally pushing away Okor for a precious few moments, fired his gunblade from the second floor and leaping to the floor, sending shards of marble and concrete flying, trying to free his comrade.
"Sneaky little git, that one is...", thought Tartaros, as Triest finally managed to slip free, launching a shotgun blast right into the marine's helm and crawling away onto the walls, leaving an enraged marine with a tattered helm.
The Luna Wolf spit out a mix of blood and sinew from his helm towards Axorn, clambered to his feet, drew his blade and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"OI! YOU'RE NEXT!"
Tartaros charged forward like a madman, swinging his chainsword and leaped towards the draconian, sending forth a torrent of flame from his exterminator cartridge, Mr T peering out of his cover and laughing.
Finally reaching the slippery fighter, the Luna Wolf grabbed Triest, grumbling under his breath as he reached for his chainsword, preparing to deal with the mercenary. Though, as he reached for his blade, he was struck with a sudden crack, and then a sting in his sides... Triest had managed to cut through part of Tartaros' armour with a set of his sharpened legs!
The marine clutched his bloodied right side, leaving his chainblade clipped to his belt.
"Impressive..."
As Triest attempted to pull himself free from the iron grip of the Luna Wolf's left arm, Tartaros butted his head towards the hybrid, cracking through carapace and sinew as Triest was still trying to slip his way out of the marine's lock.
"But not good eno- ARGH!"
The marine was knocked forwards onto Triest by the force of a crystal tearing along his back. Axorn, finally pushing away Okor for a precious few moments, fired his gunblade from the second floor and leaping to the floor, sending shards of marble and concrete flying, trying to free his comrade.
"Sneaky little git, that one is...", thought Tartaros, as Triest finally managed to slip free, launching a shotgun blast right into the marine's helm and crawling away onto the walls, leaving an enraged marine with a tattered helm.
The Luna Wolf spit out a mix of blood and sinew from his helm towards Axorn, clambered to his feet, drew his blade and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"OI! YOU'RE NEXT!"
Tartaros charged forward like a madman, swinging his chainsword and leaped towards the draconian, sending forth a torrent of flame from his exterminator cartridge, Mr T peering out of his cover and laughing.