Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-4363162-20150217130208

By the time the others had started firing, Alexander had long since been in position. He landed his sights on a enemy soldier. The round went right through the visor of the helmet, jerking the man's neck backwards and cracking his spine with the force of the blow. He slumped to the ground, and lacerated brain and marrow-speckled blood trickled slowly from the gaps in the helm. He repeated this process with a number of the troops; silent executions, one after one, when the siege ship appeared. "Ah, skeever butts."

Alex got up from his position and ran down a flight of stairs in the house he'd been sniping from just as the ship began firing. He breathed in relief as the spot he'd been in moments earlier disappeared in a shower of ruptured masonry.