Please, beating children is beneath me. The Blood God does not approve of offering up meager skulls for his throne
the only children i see are the Neophytes who will be listening with dropped jaws to the tale of my victory when i return to Fenris
You talk to much Pup. Raise your claws, that I might finally put you down like the Mongrol you are. *Raises Chain Axe*
(You actually want to fight? Is this the place for that?) BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! *The Nails begin to sing in the back of my mind, jabbing at the brain tissue, rewarding my aggressive, violent thoughts, as I let loose the warcry and charge. The enemy bears lightning claws, a formidable piece of weaponry. No matter, the Wolf lacks the pure ferocity a warrior of the 12th legion is known for, and that will be his down fall. Moving forward, I raise my pistol, still chained to my wrist as custom among the World Eaters, and fire, a bolt of blue energy coursing through the air towards the arrogant wolf. Should he not dodge, he would soon find his torso vaporized by the contained power of a star.*
your blind fury makes you weak *dodges to the side, stabs into the elbow, severing the nerves making the arm useless, then stabs the head with the other claw, and stands triumphant over the still twitching corpse of the raging traitor marine*
(Alright, let it not be said I didn't try to back down) *Bjorn moves to the side, causing the bolt to fly past him. I grin, knowing we are within seconds of melee. He goes for a stab to my elbow, I raise my arm, causing his hand to be beneath my arm, and bring down my axe, the teeth biting into the exposed shoulder of his outstretched arm. Without missing a beat, I fire my pistol once more, point blank into the Marine's stomach, the hot plasma eating away at his ceremite plating with relative ease, exposing his now burnt and bloodied flesh. Digging the teeth of the axe deeper into his shoulder, I give a tug to pull it free, once I assure that he will not bear the leverage to raise the claw again, and kick forward, my spiked boot slamming against his exposed chest, most likely causing him to stumbled backwards, giving me room to move.*
*the elbow attack was a feint, he moves to defend his left side, leaving his front wide open, i stab both shoulders in as deep as the claws will go, putting all of my weight into the attack, driving the traitor with myself on top of him to the ground, the claws pinning him to the ground, i then rip the right claw out as brutally as possible, severing muscles in the arm, and repeatedly stab the head, over and over while holding him pinned on the ground with the left, and making the right arm useless*
