The blast hits him in the chest, but his armor absorbs most of it. That being said, Kurrack does grunt with pain.
That almost packed a punch, Snob. Why don't you run on back to your team, tell em where I am. I'll let you go. I promise. I need your buddies here, like soon. It'll save me the trouble of hunting them later.
Or, you could leave. Like the lodge itself. Get out the nexus somehow, and run as fast as you can. This whole kerfuffle doesn't concern you.
Or you could stay. Then I'll kill you while your friend watches, and he'll know that you didn't leave because of him. Your options suck, but those are the only ones you have.
Kurrack revs his chainsword.
So Snob, what's it gonna be? Make your choice knowing that no matter what you'll decide to do, your friend will still be alive. Depends on whether you'll be though.
Agreed. Let us be off. DJ starts to briskly walk where the orc pointed.