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O-oh thanks for the inspiration Q_Q It was actually a pretty late app, I sent out a bunch but had then all rejected, so the one I got into was a sort of last shot. I-I-I'll be sure to enjoy the terrifying finals later....

Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe :3
Hoorah! \o/ at least the case didn't drag on. I'm doing fine thank you, though I was biting my nails over a university app until yesterday.

Have you heard of tokyo ghoul? It's a alright airing animu, but it's got some pretty nice visuals, maybe you'll see something that'll catch your fancy
Dear gosh that sounds like an awful chain of events, good to see your works haven't diminished in the slightest though, I am forever jelly, stay strong Chibi!


This OST is soooooooooooooo good


Yoko Kanno Never lets me down
Hakael was swfitly joined by the rest of his squad as they were allowed a brief moment of respite, he noted that Brother Marbas had already expended one of his extensive bolter drums, he wouldn't be surprised if a majority of the bolter sounds from before was from his gun alone. His voice splutered into life and he couldn't help but crack a smile under his coned helmet as Uriel delivered the good news, the defender's reinforcements were more than they could have wished for.

And thus ended their pause, with their new orders given, Brother Rayvuis vaulted over the trench they were holed up in, plunging straight back into the fray with his brothers close behind. Again blue bolts of plasma flew towards them but while the volume of firepower was impressive, it was lacking the precision required to pin down the armoured targets moving tactically through the battleground. Unfortunately for the xenos, the Space Marine's return fire was the opposite, short bursts of deadly accurate bolts were release from the four boltguns each landing precisely where they needed to, each killing with unbelievable efficiency. While Hakael could not engage in the flury of melee thanks to opposing firepower, his aim made up the body count.

However it seemed the Xenos had quickly reacted to the marines behind the scenes, and decided that if handheld plasma rifles weren't working, then their attack required a bigger gun. Thanks to Brother Rayvuis keen gaze the cannon fire's surprise was thwarted, but it was an impressive show of force regardless.Hakael threw himself behind the biggest nearby piece of cover, a ruined wall that looked like it would survive 30 seconds of targeted rifle fire at best. Unimpressed he stood back up and peered over his flimsy protection to see the large suit striding towards their position, grimacing at the fact that it sported shoulder mounted plasma rifles to boot, less powerful than it's massive mainhand weapon, but more than enough to deal with a marine. At best they had uriel with his grenades, but that would require closer range than the suit was currently allowing. It seemed momentarily confused at the loss of it's previous target and Hakael took advantage of this to let loose a torrent of bolts, though his target's heavy plating shrugged it off as if it were nothing. "It's almost like a walking tank" He noted over his vox before rushing from his previous cover as the battlesuit's gun destroyed it and a fair amount of rubble behind it. It was clear that Hakale could not last long if held under it's red glare, but the suit's cannon needed some sort of cooldown, plenty of time to make a move.

The xeno seemed spurred on by the appearence of their walking tank and renewed their attacks with increased vigour, if Hakael had to admit one thing, the creatures knew where to find damn good ground. He rushed towards the nearest source of gunfire, a few long barrels poking out from a much sturdier clump of rubble, and rounded the corner before the battlesuit could fire upon him with a clear shot. His bolter silenced the first, and he pushed the limp body into the other two warriors who were lined up for the slaughter, forcing their backs to the ground. Stomping his heavy foot upon the small squirming body pile, he pointed down and fired with impunity.
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