OOC: Pretty much my idea xD <Head Nurse> "Surely it would benefit us both, would you do so. But it would... Unfair to enforce it upon you, while you have a relationship with your little Tzeentchian girl. Especially I can understand that you rather want to support her cause further, given her.... Looks." Novae Cabella chuckled and finished the letter, put it in an envelope, put a seal on it and handed it to the Astartes. "There you go. Just hand it to Zadkiel."
- Dyson 'A half-breed... No, not even a half. A mutt from multiple gene-stock. Troubling. Wait, he introduced himself. That implies an exchange for mine... that's what squad mates do right?' Dyson thought as he decided if continuing to talk to the mutt marine was worth his time. 'What would Captain Forrix do?' *Flashback* "What do you think of using Imperial Fist gene-seed to create new Iron Warriors Captain Forrix?" Dyson says on beaded breath. "Who care? Does any of this even matter? By the Primarch, what are we doing all of this for anymore?..." Forrix says in a sad state. "You are so wise." Dyson says with admiration. *End of Flashback* 'He got depressing as the years went on. I know not to do that!' Dyson takes a shallow breath before taking off his helmet. His neck showed signs of fusing with his armor. Golden eyed and balled headed with three ancient stubs embedded into his skull. His face, lips, and ear was scarred, but his eyes still gleamed bright thought the ages. One ear having been sacrificed to give space for wires to connect. "I am Dyson Oni. I'm looking forward to fighting beside you, Argyle Voncarr of the Crimson Shrieks. Against the Imperium and anything else that dares stand in our way. A Howling Griffon you say? I hear tell they take oaths very seriously. Would you say it's effected you in any such ways?"
Ooc: i was wondering i i could get rid of my old charecter here since ive kinda dont like my charecter anymore could you liek have a mutant wake up and tear him up or something uriel ?
Argyle lofted a brow at the brief bit of silence where in the Iron Warrior just staring at him, feigning a smile that might appear warm were it not currently stained with blood. "Please, just Argyle, I divorced myself from the Shrieks not terribly long after my transformation was complete. A bit too unruly for my type, too much mindless slaughter not enough worthy fights yes? As for the Howling Griffon's I can't quite say, nor do I really care, wouldn't happen to know which Primarch that would make me from would you? Suppose I should be looking into these things now that ignorance isn't on the table. "
Inferno As Minotaur got back to his feet, Echidna was mostly busy with looking out for number one as she was not unaware of the continued struggle. A powerful beat of her wings empowered a leap backwards, taking her a great deal away from the already somewhat distant fight. She watched intently instead of interfering directly. Despite the combatants' superhuman speed that made Minotaur look sluggish in comparison, she had no problem with following them and observing their individual movements. In fact, the primary problem was that she lacked a weapon to properly fight. Her slave struggled with getting to his feet as the warriors did combat. But unless the warpsmith gave the order to let up, he would continue to attack to the point of annihilation, either his or his foe's. Blindly running into melee again, he wordlessly flailed at the Astartes mutant, emitting only a low moan while faced with certain defeat.
Fireteam Inferno: Primary Objective: Kill an Astartes Secondary Objective: Record the murder Satharn Tem - Night Lords Astartes (@Jorimel ) Atax Echidna - Dark Mechanicus Slaaneshi (@Casavay ) Krax Brutalus - Black Legion Undivided Astartes (@Colapse ) Rorschach - Night Lords Astartes (@Xaphen ) The Bolter of Satharn was kicked away as the Black Dragon jumped up. Krax Brutalus charged with his weapon, aiming for the neck, but the Black Dragon evaded it with a single step, letting the Black Legionnaire hit the air. Ironically it was the slow Minotaur, he had a problem with as his fighting style was just so much faster, he seemed to move so slow for him, he barely noticed him until the very last moment. A massive uppercut hit him and send him backwards, where he was impaled by Rorschach into his back, exposing him now perfectly to whomever decided to finish him... OOC: Let's get this over with already, yh?
[OOC if you wanted it over quickly you could have left Sartharn's bolter with him ] Satharn shook his head like a dog, trying to clear it. His bolter was somewhere on the deck but he had his chainglaive, torn free when the Black Dragon tossed him aside. He revved it a couple of times, experimentally. Good enough. He charged forward, aiming to sever his foe at the knees.
