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◊, having been relaxing out on the roof like some sort of goofball, took note of Kol, but said nothing.
Solace prowled the woods once again, with some unknown purpose.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Solace, there's a clunking noise making it's way towards you-
-An armoured woman, rifle at the ready-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Charity stops, looking around, scrutinising her surroundings-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She turns into a bolter barrel right up against her forehead-
Chaos.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Solomon would not approve of an execution, but he has never understood the full gravitas of Chaos and it's dangers. In killing you, I protect him.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The Emperor Protects and all that, Charity, but this woman doesn't look like any sort of normal cultist to you. Yes, she's got those weird eyes and what looks like a few odd, probably heretical tattoos, but she looks downright normal for someone who's got the smell of chaos taint on them-
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-Finger clacking on the trigger, preparing-
Hurgh.
-She lowers it-
Solomon will be the death of me.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?You are still Chaos filth and I will destroy you, once I receive permission from him.
Or perhaps he will insist that I spare you, the same way that mentally challenged psyker woman won his pity.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?You are not as stupid as the Ardonis girl, it seems.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Charity looked at the spittle on her breastplate, then in one smooth motion brought her boltgun up one handed, right beside Solace's head, pulling the trigger and shredding a tree off in the distance-
-She then turned and trudged off into the forest, leaving Solace to deal with the auditory trauma of having a rocket powered bullet blasted right by her ear-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The Boltgun, or "Bolter" as it is colloquially known, is a hardy weapon, having seen literal millennia of service in the hands of not only the Adeptus Astartes but also the Adeptus Sororitas, of which Sister Charity Nara Vangeline of the Order of Our Martyred Lady pledges her service-
-Each Boltgun is crafted either in the various Space Marine chapters' own forges or by those within the Adeptus Mechanicus. Either way, each and every Bolter produced is considered by its wielder to be nothing short of a physical embodiment of The Emperor's Wrath made corporeal-
-Boltguns are far, far too unwieldy and dangerous for any mere man to use. Its grip is simply too far apart for anyone of a normal stature, and its recoil much too horrendous for any unaugmented human to handle-
-Having even one of the rounds of a Boltgun in your possession, never mind an actual Boltgun, would be enough to charge a normal man on the harshest of terms the Imperium has to offer. The munitions of any standard Boltgun is a .75 calibre round chambered with both an initial propellant within the shell, then a secondary propellant within the actual projectile, turning the entire thing into a rocket by design-
-For reference, .50 calibre rounds are commonly used in Anti-Material Rifles, weapons used against hard targets by prone operators as standing while using one is likely to knock the operator over while being used. Perhaps the closest approximation to a Boltgun in standard service is the MK-19 Automatic Grenade Launcher, a weapon that is, again, used from a stationary position by an operator braced for its recoil-
-Charity Nara Vangeline of the Order of Our Martyred Lady has just fired a weapon chambered with rocket rounds larger than most common modern-day antitank weaponry, used in a holy weapon operated in the standing position, next to the unprotected ear of a woman she deems worthy of death-
Solace fell to her knees as her eardrum ruptured, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes as the noise and muzzle flash overloaded her senses. Everything else imaginable had happened to her within the last six years, and she had seen more and dealt with worse in that time. In comparison this would be a temporary setback that would sort itself out, but it hurt nonetheless.
The minions and hordes of the Chaos Gods are a nasty bunch, but this?
This was personal.
edited 5th Jun '17 5:21:02 AM by ImmortalFaust
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-Warwick squints his eyes at the humans-
I see... the silent treatment...
-He lets out an annoyed snort-
Deer