Taking the coins and producing a tankard full of the Fenrisian ale the raptor dispenses the drinks. Making it look quite easy as he simply flew from the bar to the sergeant and back where he took up a few squig teeth and started chucking them without care towards the newly made gretchin board. "Would someone care to join me in a friendly game maybe make a wager?"
The termagaunt asks still in a childish voice " what do those words mean ? How can you fly you have no wings ?! I feel like I'm missing something like a close friend left. Why are there the big predators and they arent killing me ? If it is stories you hunger for I will give you them. I am a simple termagaunt and I was spawned on another world far from here your kind called it shadow something. My mother tervigon was kind. She covered me as I ran to cover with the other 18 members of my brood. Parental love is the best don't you agree ? What happened next was one of the most scaring moment of my ( termagaunt seems to count for a few seconds ) 24 day life my mother tervigon was charged by red things with bone swords but on fire. I turned to fire my flesh borers to defend the tervigon. It was too late she had been cut down when the hive tyrant, my father I think came and charged them they fell quickly then I heard my friend I couldn't see him but he asked me to turn around and attack the blue thingys I couldn't say no to him he was very nice to me. I shot at those things because he was nice they dropped. Things went like that for a while my friend asking me to move and attack things then the red thingys with the burning bone swords attacked us we hit them again and again. At the end of it it took 12 days most of my brood died but we didn't get to eat much. My friend told me to go swim in a pool, it was green but nice and warm. I saw my grand mother the ahhhh granny norn she so nice but really judgemental. So I was dropped in a spore pod with a big carnifex ,cool guy, but anyway I finally finished my story hoped you enjoyed it. But now do you have something I can nibble on" the termagaunt finished
Chuckling at the termagaunts story and throwing a few more squig teeth, hitting the poor gretchin in the eye was a delight to the raptor as the gretchin let out a painful scream. "So the hive mind you treat as your parents interesting, I can still recall killing my father back on Nostramo. Laying the bag of squig teeth on the table and picking up his own drink. The raptor is silent for a while until he pulls out his gladius tossing it at the gretchin, Impaling it threw the spine it shudders for a moment and dies. The acting barkeep tosses the remains to the tyranid. "Eat up"
"A game, eh?" The Dark Angel perked a thick, raven-black brow. "As long as it doesn't involve anyone becoming Chaos Sp--...er...that what must not be named," the ex-Deathwing Terminator rubbed his neck nervously. "What does this wager entail, might I ask?" Making sure his hands are free, he takes a hold of the tankard of Fenrisian Ale. Thanks to his unusual size and strength, Samson would certainly have more constitution than the average Marine, meaning when even his Battle-Brothers are on the floor in a drunken haze, he would be sitting there, by himself, still drinking the ale like the only sane (and sober) man in the room.
Placing a new gretchin on the wall and producing a fresh bag of squig teeth "Well a game of darts of course!" The raptor tosses a tooth and takes the new gretchin in the hand! "If you hit the gretchin you drink if you miss you drink twice, if you kill it. Well if you kill it I have plenty more gretchin behind the bar!"
"Very well!" Samson sunk his hand into the bag of squig teeth, pulling out one of them as he awaited the Chaos Raptor to prepare the Gretchin for his shot. Notably, however, since his mask was no longer covering his face, he was focusing his aim on his right eye rather than his left, the former being his bionic eye and thus the better.
The termagaunt tears apart the Gretchen corpse in such a quick fashion it would make khornate berserkers jealous. It then starts staring at the space marine terminator preparing to throw his squig tooth. The termagaunt asks "why is one eye different from the other ? Are you a ymgarl ? Can I eat the small green thing when you are finished ?" The termagaunt hops over the bar counter and starts lapping up spilled drinks and the such but staying away from the special brew. OOC: lucoryphus you do know a Gretchen is the size of a young child. Meaning you are throwing squig teeth at a 3 ft tall target. I don't know the metric on that one sorry to you EU folk. But yea a more reasonably target is snot longs which are a foot or less in hight and width.
After hanging several gretchin in a row along the wall. Lucorpyhus returned back to where the sergeant stood "Now please throw and drink regardless hit or miss!" Taking a long swish of his drink and flying back to the ceiling to hang upside down once more, he awaited the marines shot. OOC: bossaroo I know how big gretchen are just using for good fun, also the nids seem to enjoy eating them On a side note gretchen supplies are now running low, Will trade brews for fresh gretchen.
Soon, Samson took aim, looking downrange with his better eye, reeling his hand back, and tossing. The tooth flew through the air and impacted right next to the Gretchin's head, which caused the goblin-like Orkoid to yelp in terror and scrawl backwards slightly. He took a hearty swig of his Fenrisian ale already.
Flinging two of the teeth at once and impaling two of the gretchen at once, "the Raptor screeched from his ceiling perch" and took two more sips from his drink.
