A hand swooped off the handle of his weapon to shunt against his opponent's chin. Such was the force behind the blow it would do two things of import to the Astartes in this situation; first and foremost deflect his face skyward to waste the expected blast on the void shield, secondly it would shove him from his blade to throw him back on the chance it wasn't a blast but more of a self destruct. Once danger had passed and Argyle was certain his foe had no other tricks up his sleeve he would approach the corpse (Or whatever remained of it) and if able drive his blade through the throat, parting head from shoulders and then slipping the tip into the meaty underside that had once attached to the neck and hoist it on high with his blade, that grin the capricious xenos had desired at last coming to play. "A worthy offering! A round of applause for the sacrifice! "
~~ Gladiator Arena (@DeranVendar & @Nurianis ) ~~ The enemy passed away. No explosion. No other surprise. The only thing worth of mention was that the soulstone that was implanted above his heart glowed now with life, the soul having stowed away safely - away from Slaanesh. The head dripping with blood as it was still fresh and warm. It was of no surprise that the spectators gave him partially even a standing ovation. The door in the distance opened for him to take his leave. "Seems like the flesh blood knows how to do it! I am sorry to announce that we close the gladiator halls for now as we will depart in an hour. Make sure to come back once we are back in the warp where we will provide more exotic animals to be challenged to duels to the death! Also make sure to check your data-slates for past recordings of these mortal combats! With all the details from more than 10 different picters! Enjoy the executions to the very last second with our special slow-mo records and make sure to leave payment tips to the Gladiators at the Arena office!" The announcer explained while the arena emptied and the thousand men and women which were the spectators went back to work.
OOC: So I'm physically there? Thought I was just mind-poking, but this is fine too. Rodeger covered his mouth with the robe's hem, still the dreadful stench was hardly bearable. Cautiously he approached, careful not to step in anything that would stain. "yes i-" ,He cleared his voice, "Yes I did come, xeno. Why call a human for help?" He didn't want to get that close enough to see who or what he was talking to.
~~ Ship Entrance ~~ The Commissar directly delivered a fist into the man's chin only to have it 'clang' against the Power Armor. "DONT YOU FRIKKIN' SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!" He pulled his Bolt Pistol out and held it against the head of the Thousand Son. The Secutor watched the scene. Now Eisenpanzer realized he actually wanted to join... ".... Yes...... Of course." He narrowed his eyes and did not look away from the Thousand Son while grabbing a Data-Slate and hand it over to him. "You may... Want to report to our... Current head of the Librarium or even the Commander himself." it was obvious that he spoke slow in order to suppress his pain in his hand that started to glow red. ~~ Prison near the Bridge (@Loldoom ) ~~ OOC: you got so entranced you started walking over there.... Idk... Just makes it more interesting - sorry assumed you had been walking after it :X The Male Alien rose to it's feet and looked at the man, revealing a handsome Eldar. "Because you do not belong to them... Not yet anyway... You seemed to have the right.... Affinity... To listen to me... Your future Commander..." He started to shake his head. "He went mad, madder than Khorne, I tell you! He twists all and everyone in their hand to do his bidding. I warn you of what he is capable of... Also.... I have something that might interest you. From psyker to psyker..." He held out a little black booklet, with the symbol of the Astra Telepathica on it. OOC: AFK for a good while, getting grubs and then eating the grubs.
If there was nothing for him to gain from it Argyle would be more than content to leave the soul stone and allow the fallen Eldar to rot within its prison away from the perversions of Slaanesh. Yet it was She Who Thirst's interest in those souls that would see him plucking off the soul stone for his own devices, he wouldn't hold it long not desiring to draw much attention from any of the Dark Prince's underlings or whatever beings were whispered of only by mad men or lunatics as Harlequins, instead within that bloodied circle they called an arena he began a simple Rite to Khorne. It was intended as an offering beyond that of a skull but as an act of spite against the most reviled of the Blood God's brethren, stealing a soul for the Brass Beast when such lustful velvet claws desired it on the basis of so much more. A bloodied gauntlet drew out each sharp line of Khorne's heraldy using crimson fluids drawn from both warriors to finish his rune. Stabbing his blade into the sand floor his fingers curled up into the skull through stumped neck, ripping it free from fleshy mask whilst he took only a moment to push out the brain and eyeballs, hesitating only a moment to close his brow to his Eldar foe's own skull whilst locking eye to socket with it as if trying to peer into its very fleeting soul before setting the piece reverently upon the ground just above the barbed bars of the blood rune. From there he centered the soul stone raising his weapon on high with both hands before stabbing it down to shatter the vessel, allowing it flee free into the noose of a dark rite that would provide a merciful alternative to eternal torment, instead resulting in a violent oblivion at clawed hands.
OOC: Well, I'm going to bed now, so I'm going to be AFK even longer then you. Hah!(?) "Future commander? Mad? What in the Warp are you talking about?" Still though, curiosity overcame common sense and Redeger reached out and slowly took the book, looking up and down between the xeno and the newest item in his collection.
As the crowd filed out, with various degrees of orderliness, Grythan watched Argyle carefully draw the rune of the Blood God on the floor. His ritual, though not ornate, was strangely careful one for a follower of Khorne. This, along with the unusual sight of his feints and tactics in his fight raised an eyebrow. Waiting until his little ritual had finish Grythan then started towards Argyle. “So the diplomat can fight as well as talk, you are an unusual sort.” Slowly and nonchalantly Grythan walked down through the seating towards the arena. His helmet was clipped to his belt and his eyes wandered the arena as if taking in the scenery.
"Expecting some sort of barbaric assault yes? All chest thumps and violently hacking at walls more than actual flesh. " Turning about sharply with the air of an noble scion he crossed an arm over his scorched chest plate and allows a short bow, other hand still firmly trapped about the handle on his blade. Appearing at ease for the time he regards the Astartes opposite of him feeling his eyes strain ever so slightly at the edges as such a shade of purple tried to imprint on his senses much like a searing burst of light might momentarily scar ones view. "I believe you already picked my name up earlier, run yours past me again friend? " Cordial as always he shifted his free hand about the pommel taking a stance as if he were posing for a bit of artistry.
“I was expecting you to talk him to death. But you are right where are my manners. I am Grythan Konenos, formerly of the Emperor's Children. Currently of this ..... pleasant little venture here.” Opening his arms to gesture to the ship as a whole, and then changing his gesture into a slightly over-dramatic bow. The return to the standing position is slightly awkward because of his jump pack, only so slightly that an Astartes would notice. “And you are Argyle correct?”
"Oh I've heard that one before but usually my tongue has a way of bringing more excitement than ending it Grythan. Anyways yes I am Argyle Voncarr, what brought you down to the arena hmmm? Seeking a fight or just playing the gargoyle here as well? " Such a hunch was noted by the warrior though he made no visible attention to it merely filing that bit away as something to speculate on should they ever come to blows. Argyle himself gave off no real visible weakness though one who had watched him fight could certainly try to make an educated guess or two on his shortcomings but even then he was a tough nut to crack on visuals alone maintaining an air of confidence both proud and reserved all at once, a well cultured image instilled into him at an early age and never once abandoned.
