Join Date: Jun 2009
Location: The Netherlands
Kohan aimed his lasgun, and zoomed in at heads of these foul daemons. With a few well placed shots, he "killed" these unholy abominations. He knew that these daemons wouldn't really be killed, just banished back into the dark crevices of the warp. But that was enough for him, he aimed at a daemons head, and fired a few rounds, all hitting the head, and finally banishing the daemon bask to the dark unreal place that was his home, the warp.
The dreadnought suddenly got overwhelmed and toppled by the ever changing forms of horrors, and had hit the ground in an earthshaking way. "Damn you! Damn you all, filthy daemons!" Kohan's face expressed utter rage, and he saw a few bigger daemons threatening him, and he knew he mustn't respond to these threats, as that would only get him their attention.
His gun ran empty, and with a smooth action, Kohan replaced the empty magazine with a fresh one. He then kept on firing, as if he had no emotion he stood there like an automaton, aiming, firing, aiming again, checking his gun, aiming, firing etc. He did so almost non stop, as he knew to express even the slightest emotion, apart from zeal and faith, the daemons would feed on his emotions, and only get better. So he just repeated his unending cycle of aiming and firing..........