And that is when the bolter fires, blitzing out mass reactive rounds across the front rank of the horsewolves, 15 rounds in 3 seconds, and then he cycles targeting, playing the burst up and towards Arthas himself, punching the remaining 15 rounds of the magazine towards him even as his lightning claw clad hand continues to sweep around him with murderous force, trying to keep his line of sight clear.
The bolter rounds themselves are brutal, small rockets that explode on contact with significant mass with the force of a 19mm rocket propelled grenade, which is basically what they are. What sort of man uses this as a sidearm? Well, someone who is made for an immortal, unending war, that's who.
"Time to make an end of this."
He rumbles, his first verbal response since the engagement began. He doesn't question why these undead, unclean creatures came for him, he's fought similar before, while warring against the Dark Tusk, fallen Space Marines like him, who murdered his mentor Raphon.
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The bolter rounds themselves are brutal, small rockets that explode on contact with significant mass with the force of a 19mm rocket propelled grenade, which is basically what they are. What sort of man uses this as a sidearm? Well, someone who is made for an immortal, unending war, that's who.
"Time to make an end of this."
He rumbles, his first verbal response since the engagement began. He doesn't question why these undead, unclean creatures came for him, he's fought similar before, while warring against the Dark Tusk, fallen Space Marines like him, who murdered his mentor Raphon.