The Thirsting Gods demand sacrifice, and I am only to glad to offer it up to them.

Come forth lapdogs of the False Emperor, my axe thirsts for your blood.

I hear nothing but a "bang" from my Bolter and a "pop" from your skull, heretic!

COME GET SOME!!!!! *once again charges in with power claws*

Bolter, BAH, the coward hides at a range, while real warriors would face me in the time honored tradition of a proper duel.

NOW THIS IS A CHALLENGE! You run so quickly to your death pup of Russ.
*Revs Chain Axe*

Keep up the blood lust listen to the voices and satisfy your self.

You dont know it yet but soon you will be unwillingly be one of us.

nope *runs over to help brother Zephemus fight*

The wheels of chaos are in motion!

silence your vile lies heretic! the All-father protects!

* at the risk of breaking character; this is a fun conversation*

(Oh totally, really making me psyched for in game battle)

Your dying father cannot hear you Pup, he offers only his damning silence.