Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26388714-20151017180041/@comment-25932172-20151213050109

In light of the Cabal invasion, Erasmus found himself growing increasingly enraged. He had a bit of a superiority complex, seeing himself far above that of the species of Darkness. He had already claimed their lives so many times over that it became trivial. Their blood stained his hands. He preferred it that way. The Cabal line started moving inward, approaching towards Dock 13. As the hallway became less narrow, Phalanxes rushed in from the back line and increased the size of the shield wall, protecting the more important Cabal officers in the back row. Centurions continued to rain fire from above, causing Erasmus to scramble from cover to cover. And then appeared a particularly great problem.

A Colossus, larger than the rest of them, approached from the rear. He was different from the rest; besides his increased mass, large horns bore on his helmet, with deep black armor accented in the colors of the Sky Burners regiment. Given his unique armor, it was safe to assume that he was the platoon commander. The Phalanx shield wall broke apart, allowing the Colossus to point his heavy slug thrower. The barrel started to spin. "Fuck my luck." Erasmus dove for cover as the room was lit up with rapid fire. Shots fired in quick succession, tearing through cover faster than Erasmus could find it.