Castigus
Beneath the Surface - Mission day 1.0 ???.M41
There was no time to exit the vehicle it simply crashed. Riding out the landing he picked himself up off the deck as the others exited the vehicle in a hurry. The wailing wall of gunfire and mutant screaming horde made him blink behind his visor before he whispered into the interior of his helmet. “Preysight” Exiting the smoldering wreckage he freed his bolter and his combat knife leaving his chair axe to rest on his hip. Without placing any of his precious bolt shells his bludgeoned or skewered any of the mutants that posed an immediate threat to the groups flank.
The thunderous footsteps of a massive mutant creature drew his attention. Laszlo moved to square off with the beast before taking down a beast wielding a chain sword. Maglocking his bolter to his back Castigus freed his bolt pistol and moved off the right flank of the group. Firing his first shot into the face of a screaming creature he booted it back into a group before casually vaulting the sprawled pile. He had bigger prey to hunt and Laszlo was doing a fine job of getting in its face. Two more bolt shells made a mess of other mutants dumb enough to step into his way. With powerful strides, he picked up speed in his running arc with various threat ruins marking out the enemies who were raining nearly useless solid metal slugs on the ceramite of his armor. As the armor flooded him with combat stims he made an abrupt one hundred and eighty degree turn and fire the jump pack. The backwash of the jump seared the flesh from the mutants closing in on him as it flung him into the air. Slapping the bolt pistol to his thigh he freed his bolter again and reversed the grip on his combat knife as he sailed through the air towards the behemoths back.
Landing with the force of a falling star he plunged the combat knife home between its shoulder blades before placing the tip of his bolter against the closest piece of exposed flesh along its spine and held the trigger down, firing burst after burst of mass reactive shells into its back with the muzzle barking against its flesh.