*Upon hearing the bolter's clicking, Bruticus leaps backwards, taking cover behind a wrecked Leman Russ, as the salvo of bolter fire pelts it's armor*
Come child, let us follow our wiser brethren to a better place *he slightly touches the alabaster skin of Nihalë, pulling her away from the others* As for you, champions of hatred, be great full that we spare you this time. You are showing great bravery but this force comes from your ignorance, and your ignorance comes from your fears... *As the fight start to raise they will fade back to the warp*
*Bruticus shakes his head, chuckling once more* Typical.... *Turning his attention back to the Space Wolf, he revs his chain axe, reaching to his hip for his Combi-Bolter.* Whose hiding Son of Russ, I thought your kin were know for their skill in glorious melee combat? Not hiding behind the roar of a ranged weapon.