Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20180728220314/@comment-26383377-20180901093951

Archaeus peeked up above the log, but a bullet suddenly flew by, grazing his forehead, ripping open a new bleeding gash. He ducked down again, snarling. He unsheathed his knife, ready to deal with the heretic scum that dared to show themselves. "Remain... lowered..."

After a good few minutes of firing, the foe paused to reload their weapons, this was his chance...

Climbing over the fallen tree, Archaeus rushed towards the gunmen, zig-zagging towards them and avoiding their panicked hail of gunfire. He crashed into his assailants, cutting into them like a whirlwind of blade and fist. He deflected the thrust of a bayonet using his forearm, before picking up the attacker by the leg, and slamming him against his squadmate, crushing them both.

The attackers were wearing uniforms. Uniforms of Tartara's Planetary Defense Force. They used to serve and protect this world...

Cowards...

Traitors...

Mercilessly, the giant grasped another attacker by the face, raising him upwards, before pummeling him down onto the ground, crushing his face along with his gas mask. He turned to engage another trio of traitors, as they charged him with their bayonets fixed.

The giant was distracted by the group of traitors, his attention was averted from the true threat. A large, man-sized lascannon was slowly being swiveled around, its crew reduced to a single gunner, who strained to move the cannon into position, directing it towards Archaeus. It was the same cannon that felled the tree. Rikki would notice that he was in mortal danger. Despite his size and strength, he couldn't hope to withstand a strike from that cannon...

Just as soon as Archaeus impaled the final traitor with his knife, he turned to the lascannon, a moment too late. The gunner was already getting ready to fire...