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Would take that action to aim as he always does. Every shot counts. Following turn action.
Fires the Dueling Las and flips it into its holster as reloading that thing is a pain.
Afan had to retrieve his pistol after putting away his rifle.
Wordlessly, Afan continues to take aim and fire on targets, completely ignoring the dark manifestations that they could throw his way.
Fate point
.... ....... And stows his rifle while pulling his pistol.
Lean, aim, fire, return to center. The training of a lifetime guided his every movement.
Taking the six. 11 pen 2 to the head of one.
Afan leaned in, raised his rifle, aimed and fired. Not waiting to see if he had hit, Afan leans back out of the doorway.
Rifle at the ready, pistols at his side, Afan waited for the throw.
[B]"I walk where the Emperor calls, if we must follow this sign then let us do it swiftly."
See, the untouchable was added to deal with the witch it seems. Even if he "accidentally" kills every, Afan will survive to carry out the Emperor's will.
I don't trust the witch, but I don't trust anyone but the Emperor so this is business as usual.
Afan looks on at the chaos and stands completely unaffected, leveling his pistol to aim at the witch and waiting for word to take the shot. He briefly contemplated doing it anyhow, but the situation was not.
Waits and listens, knowing they will soon join battle.
"Do whatever you must, I will just be over here breathing." Afan smiled at the man, a dark hole in the very fabric of the universe only the witch could truly see.
Part of me wants to get the more severe untouchable talents... and part of me is wondering when the psyker is going to arrange for Afan to have a little accident.
Ready and willing.
Afan just continues cleaning and reassembling his guns, they will do their job.
Running into that weird issue where I am trying to decide if Afan would take the two rifles to visit the Emperor's wrath upon the foul xenos scum, or if that would be losing faith in the gear the Emperor has already so generously provided and therefor out of character for the man... strange issue to run in to.
Afan ignores the others as they work, slowly looking over the armaments for the discerning marksman. At the sight of the long rifle, some stir of emotion was felt in his cold dead soul.
Afan looks around for anything that would fit his particular needs.
Continues to let the talkers talk. Cleans gun fastidiously.
"And we can always just start shooting if it falls apart. Enough die and it might pull investigations on to why." Afan pronounces this with cold efficiency as if discussing a boring routine. Choice of last resort I know."
"Put the right round through the right head and you can get a fight between nobles going, just have to make sure there is enough evidence pointing the way towards the one you want hit after putting a laughable amount of time making it look like you were hiding that evidence and trying to get them to go after another. The hard part is picking the targets."
"My next move is to get my rifle, it seems we will be needing it."
Afan, after quietly clearing his head, starts scanning around for the creature.
Still here. Tubes are finally out and I am fighting to stay awake for more than 15 minutes at a time but I am trying to get posts done for still active games.
Sorry folks, been in hospital for a number of days now and been sleeping most of the day away. Might have to bot me for a bit.
Gibbers in Bantu... doesn't even know Bantu...
Round 2 of insane rocking back and forth.
Continues to go slightly mad.
2 rounds and 2 points insanity. Could have been much worse.
100, +6 degrees of failure for 160. + any extra degrees of failure for his fear effect, what level fear was it?
Good Game Guys...
Afan watches for the effect of the sustained fire upon the shadow creature... and breaks into a run to keep ahead of it.
Afan sits and waits for the others to finish the interrogation, muttering to himself..."Well, my plan is still open..."
Afan continues to watch the proceedings, allowing the others to do what they do. Talking tended to be less than useful where he was concerned.
Afan stands and walks over to check the bodies for signs of life...
Afan lines up yet another shot at the fleeing enemy.
Afan draws a bead on his target, aiming to bring down his enemy so that they can interrogate him.
Afan steady himself, this was not the most optimal way. He was usually the one hubting, not the other way around. Thankfully, he had been trained for such an eventuality even if the chance of such a situation was a slim one. As the others poured their fire into a single target, Afan chose to keep another from thinking it was safe for the moment. Lining up his shot, he released his breath and pulled the trigger.
Can Afan see a way to get around and flank them?
Only able to say cocks gun in so many different ways.
Afan waits patiently for the team to engage the enemy, forgoing his rifle for the simple fate bringer on his hip.
Afan finishes cleaning his Las and stands ready to kill an xenos that might threaten his mission.
Afan sighs and looks over to Vasyl, still cleaning his gun as he keeps an eye on the entrances in case of assault. "That would be why I was assigned to you."
"I would be remiss if I did not suggest a secondary route. We determine what secondary targets would hurt the primary leaders and serve as an effective message. We purge secondary targets in an open manner and place a small portion of the drug as a calling card. Those targets that have not been turned will find out about the drug shipments and begin investigating, those targets that have been compromised will have been shown the penalty for treason and may begin to correct their error."
"We are simply servants of the Emperor doing as we have been commanded, who are you?" Afan waits to see what happens next.
Afan smiles as the Emperor smiles upon them this day, he would not have to slay a loyal servant... at this time.
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