Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-24306135-20150526014022

(Woot! ToO here we come! This will be a good opportunity for me to stretch my teamwork muscles.)

Karak, hearing the panic in Scythe's voice, rose from the snowbank and turned around. He was met with a fearsome sight: the armored face of a Cabal Legionnare. Quickly, the Vandal sprinted after Scythe. The Cabal, thinking Karak to be a Storms scout, fired on the lone Fallen. Karak's last thought was thus:

"Oh, by the unholy foulness of my ancestors' excrement!"

And then he collapsed to the ground, riddled with bullets.

Ex appeared over his corpse and began to pulse his subconstructs, and Karak was lifted into the air, miraculously healed. The Vandal, shocked, could do nothing more except to keep running, turning to Ex as he the Ghost hovered over his shoulder.

"You.. did not tell of your powers. Why?"



"Fair enough."