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[Prosperan Son]

"GROW A SPINE! THEY'RE JUST MUTTS!" Genetically altered hounds mind you, but who would ever guess that? The hounds were right at the groups heels. Soon enough the factory roof came into sight over a small hill.

[Thugren]

Takkun draws his pistol and takes careful aim firing in a sweeping line at the beasts

1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78)

[Prosperan Son]

Splinter-rounds cut deep into the beast, blood pouring from several rents of skin along their bodies, but they continue after the group, albeit slower.

"I Can see it !HAUL YOUR ARSES!" Grizmund growled, turning back to fire at the wolves, which kept them at bay for a brief moment.

[Thugren]

Takkun crouches and lunges forward , turning and gripping his spear As he leaps at the dogs like a corkscrew

" get the door open Greer!"

He snarls, lashing out violently as the dogs.

-d100 rolled for 72 (72)

[Prosperan Son]

The dogs split to sides, the blade just barely managing to graze one of their sides, causing it to yelp in pain. The beast snapped at the Autarch viciously, but halted in their tracks as Greer smashed through the door with Grizmund pulling out a small stick. Snapping the stick, the object began to burn a bright white that caused the hounds to back away in fear.

"GET IN! While the flare's good!"

[Thugren]

Takkun turns and runs after the ogryn

" why didn't you do that before?!"

He growls, ducking between the ogrynd arms , standing behind him.

[Prosperan Son]

Grizmund spat at the ground in front of Takkun, a glob of phlegm and saliva landing before him. He then slams the door shut, pressing his bulk against it.

"Only had one, and I din't want to waste it."

The Ogryn stated the obvious. The windows on both side of the door shined brightly for a few minutes, before flickering, the flare starting to die out.

[Thugren]

Takkun sighs.

" this is why I hate not having my own group here.."

He looks at them.

" close the doors! Lets go! "

He throws his weight against it trying to close it."

[Prosperan Son]

Grizmund presses slams his entire body against the door, wedging it into it's frame tightly and crudely. The flare finally fades away, the creatures howling once more as it does so.

[Thugren]

Takkun slumps, aching and tired .

" I get y arse handed to me by a demon lord.... I get shot down ... Crash lab on a planet that hates me..... I feel like Somone out there is bitter with me."

Achingly he pulls himself up and grunts .

" thank you both for savig me."

[Prosperan Son]

"It could be worse." The Daemon within the spear comments, the voice echoing through Takkun's mind.

Greer waves off the eldar's gratitude" It was nothin. After all, it was only just de hounds. I can only magine what would've 'appened if it was one of the bears." He says with a shrug.

Grizmund simply shudders at the thought.

[Thugren]

Takkun looks up wearily.

" so.... Are we sleeping? Or we going to attempt another moonlit stroll in the easel and full of mutated mongrels."

He fixes hi matted hair and stands using the spear*

[Prosperan Son]

"You'd be either stupid or bold to go out there again." Greer replied, looking the windows to spot for any of the beast. They were still there, he could tell because the monsters' eyes seemed to glow in the dark. There had to be at least eight pairs of eyes out there, more of them had come.

"We'll wait till the mornin', I'll keep watch." Grizmund stated, clutching his cleaver tightly.