>>96798782
>as one of the late Revanchists moves forward, a pillar of heat seeking magma erupts from the ground, melting the meat off his bones
>it arcs through the air, headed straight for the Red Cross Field Nurse
>she ducks under water, avoiding the fiery death of the terminally tarty
>the Pyroclastic Flow sizzles against the surface of the water, cooling with remarkable speed into a small stone, strangely warm
>the men look on, wishing very much to be fishing on that warm water, with that pretty nurse. The Agarthan Fisherman lowers their Discipline to 4, so with the death of their comrade, i am forced to rally
>their Commander's cries remind them what they are here for "fish?", "death!"