Siren "looks" over the people, She tilts her head slightly but shrugs. "You are trying to escape your destiny?" She seems quite calm over the whole ordeal. She for one don't really care for anything except her metallic skin. The whole galaxy can waste and burn around her, as long as she is the perfection. But, she can't help but to be a bit curious about what these people are going to do.
Gary 57 stood at attention looked straight ahead and had no sight of fear or bravado then he boldly said "sir involunteer myself for the scouting party sir!" Gary stayed this way till the marshal said anything and if he were to be inspected he would have all his gear and equipment ready waiting for Marshals orders
[Samiel] He paused mid stride,"Destiny? Have you seen the corpses shrewn about? The blood priests have fallen, someone has released us, their captives, and now our comrades," he intones a slight sarcasm in the last word, "spill into the coveted sanctuary. The destiny I seek is the one that sees me free of these walls, I don't know about you, techpriest, but I have not tasted free air in a hundred years." [Lupa] Lupa's initial thought was to quickly dismiss the unprompted volunteer, when she served in the Arbites civilian militiamen were often little better than a liability, among the renegades she was unsure who they'd end up firing at when the battle starts. Still, manpower was low, she counted about a dozen Enforcers and half that in Black Hands, and she trusted the sons of the Condor less than a stranger. Plus, she figured accepting his help would make him less apt to turn his weapon on them. "You can help the forward team scan for survivors if you'd like to be of service, have you been trained in firearms?" She asked somewhat hesitantly.
Krox Obeying Samiel's command, Krox stopped eying the Eldar Female as a meal. The Astartes was right. Eldar were harly filling, and first you had to rip off all their limbs to keep them still. Not worth the energy. Turning to follow after Samiel, Krox again smelled the air. The smell oil and too much perfume nearly choked the Scaly's sensitive taste. He was curious what a weak metal person was even doing at the Bloodpits. As audience members and slave masters sure, but not among them. Upon further inspection, Krox deduced that she was in fact a crustaceans. Within the sewage swamp of his birth, mutant crabs hunted among the other forgotten wilds of the hulk. Krox would rip off their clawed arms and eat the meat inside raw. That way they grew back and he could do it again later. Just like his mum had taught him. With that tasty memory, Krox moved on the Siren with the intention of ripping a limb off. If given a good zap, he'll probably back off. Probably...
The Siren don't even turn her head. As he approaches one of her six arms buzz before quickly, within a small second turning into a smaller flamer. It points to a position ABOVE his head, shooting out a gout of flames "Keep to your mortal prey, beast. I am not one to trifle with" Her voice is ice cold as she clearly find him more annoying.
[Samiel] He let out an internal sigh that he suspected my have escaped into the auditory, suspecting the warp gods of some new curse. Having little desire to stay and watch these creatures kill eachother and made to take his final leave, but paused, his ears straining. It sounded so familiar, a tick tack that sounded somewhere between the marching of spears and a tap damcer. The noise was faint, but growing and strangely familiar, soon joined by a chittering like a speech between animals. He tensed as it grew closer, quickly, too quickly.
