Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140906215813/@comment-24901923-20141015012150

"Oh shit.", Arcturus thought, already unstrapping and moving to the door. He made his way to the transport's MS hangar with surprising speed for a zero-g virgin, finding that the way he used his Pulsar glyphs was very easily adapted to moving in space. The first to reach his MS, Arcturus deployed while the others were still readying thier MS and swore when he looked at his sensors. A large strike group of high-altitude/low-orbit gunships were closing in.

"Well, fuck me! I picked the wrong guns. You guys better break out the beam weapons and other long range ordinance. I'll thin them out and grab their attention so you can re-arm.", the wolf Faunus said over the comms. Arcturus sped towards the enemy formation. Holding his machinegun with both hands and his shield in front, Arcturus opened fire in short controlled bursts as he made for the right, shooting directly at the back of the formation instead of the expected front. The tactic worked and he killed two gunships on the first try. Moving 'up', Arcturus rotated the Viking and blasted the missiles sent out in rely with his shoulder-mounted beam spray guns. He answered with a salvo of his own through the resulting cloud before jettisoning the spent pods and opening up with both his machine gun and vulcan cannon. The HA units scattered as he destroyed several more missile-laiden gunships and moved to be both above and behind the enemy formation, baiting them to turn around and attack the deliberately isolated MS before support could arrive to help him. He opened a public comm channel.

"You call yourselves holy warriors! Disgraceful! Witness the righteous might of the Norse Asatru! The battlefield is our temple and combat is our worship! We annoint ourselves in the blood of our enemies and build our altars from their corpses! Our Scripture is written in the wounds of our foes as we serenade the Gods with the screams of the dying, for our hymns are the clash of steel and our prayers the roar of our guns! We fear not death for it is our salvation! Come at me if you dare and bring me glory in Odin's name! Send me to Valhalla that I may witness the rapturous bloodshed of Ragnarok! AMEN!!", Arcturus taunted murderously. He howled and laughed, playing up his bloodlust to scare the enemy.