"So be it", amraphel said and immediately started his attack. He leapt foward towards the apothecary and immediately feinted a thrust towards the apothecaries chest, hoping the quick and sudden move would unbalance sirius and weaken his defences. Amraphel immediately followed up the feint with a swift overhead swing towards the apothecaries head. Amraphel hoped this would be a civilised and enjoyable duel of two civilised men. (OOC: Attack roll 64)
Defense Roll - 84 Sirius directly applied his training blade against the true hit from the overhead swing, having anticipated a feint before the true attack. "You hide your chapters origin, of course you try to make me believe you move one direction and attack at the other!" The Apothecary commented on Amraphels swing. Attack Roll - 32 "Let us see how you are on the defensive!" Sirius swung without much graze or technique, but rather out of mere curiosity in a horizontal arc toward the Blackshield.
The Black shield rose from his spot. The front of his armor was less appealing then his backside, his armor was littered with sealed wounds. Maybe it gave a hint of his Origin. He got eye to eye with the Chaplin. "Thank you, you are kinder than most. If you dont mind I would like to test the ships training areana." The black shield said with a bow. He moved away taking in his new home and looking at the dataslate.(I assume you gave me everything, but im 6 pages behind so im going to catch up with the others.)
after all had been completed, the docter had soon hurried off, apparently to the training cages. After getting a bit more adjusted to the entirely new feeling of his new iron hand, Dorallius himself made his way towards the training area, he would start out with dueling with servitors, and after that he would train some accurisy shooting with his bolter, he couldent have any loss in that skill given that he had lost a hand, he was tactical, and his most importent weapon was his bolter, not his gladius.
Def Roll 49 Amraphel did not even bother to block the attack. He swiftly performed a roll backwards. "I know your holding back apothecary, but you wont test my new bionics by holding back. Your attacks lack devotion and purpose.", amraphel said, disapointed by the apothecaries unwillingness to fully commit to the match. "Purpose and skill are the path to victory", amraphel said and begun his attack. He attempted to press siriuses blade downwards with full force and than combine this with a kick to the leck to stagget him and to finish by thrusting at his opponents helmet. He hoped that this combination of opening a hole in his enemies defence and immediately exploiting it with a direct attack would bring sucess. Attack Roll 87
OOC: Someone forgot that Sirius doesn't wear a helmet right now Defense Roll 21 Everything worked out for Amraphel. The Blade of Sirius was actually hit out of his hand and landed on the floor, the kick sent him backwards and the blade to his head went right through his bionic eye. In reality it was not that Sirius allowed it, rather he himself still had to get used to his recovery from quite severe wounds at the hands of the Eldar. Although it seemed decisive for victory for the Blackshield. the Challenge was to put the enemy on the ground, and as usual, the mission would come first as per Codex Astartes dictation. Sirius went for the bruteness of the Space Wolves after removing the blade out of his bionic eye and simply leaped forward. An all or nothing move. Amraphel would land with his back on the hard training pit floor or Sirius would land on it with his chest, either way, he risked it all like he knew Brother Nathaniel Lorenzo would have done too. Attack Roll 97
The training blade skidded his forearm, but in doing so it had opened up its vital center and quickly paid for that mistake... A black hand crashed through the Servitors chest and ripped out a number of important systems. The mindless machine fell to the floor, but was quickly replaced by another two of its kinds. The first tried a suicidal charge attack while the second came from behind, using the first as the distraction. A very valid and common tactic, but nothing he hadn't seen. The first was stunned by a jab to its head and was halted by the blow. It quickly caught up with its previous speed when the black shield had pegged it at the second Servitor. Always keep your momentum. To stop in battle is to offer the Enemies there turn to counter. Never stop. Never offer the Enemies a chance to recover. Never stop the attack! With the throw, the Black Shield began to sprint at the attended catcher. The second Servitor was hit by its ally, but was still functioning, before the Servitor took another blow from a hard right. The servitor was tossed to the side of the cage. Cogs and fluids had painted the Cage floor. Five more of the robots circled the Astartes. Each one of them had two blades instead of one, like their deceased forefathers. There was no way of coming out without being injured, not if he wanted to keep his current battle strategy. They stopped in unison, and all at once charged the titan. There was no open room to escape. Not yet. There is always a way to make a change. It is you or your brothers who will make the choice to pursue it. If there is no opportunity, then create one. If if you can not create one. Then make one! Never surrender. Never Stop. Never end th- The Black shields memory was interrupted when one made the initial attack. It had just skidded his right pauldron, before the Astarte sweep its robotic legs. The only thing he needed to escape the surgical strike. He was quick to role off to the opening before the blades reached him. The Training droids now charged him in broken formation. Each one of their swords now glowing with a Electric field. The first one that reached him, quickly found itself on the floor and its 'head' smashed down by a large foot. The second had successfully cut through his left hand. The power fields were obviously weak, that blow could have turned his hand into pulp. The Black shield returned the favor, he threw his fists in a combo that shattered the Servitor's body. The last three were all ended in one swoop. There was no point to to train anymore. he had been injured. He had already lost. To end it all, The Astarte powered his axe and threw it in a horizontal spinning action at the line. Each bot was cut in half by the Master crafted Powerfield. With all the Servitors destroyed. There was not much to do. Mega retrieved his axe, before it burnt through the floor. Technically he had cheated, but the combat servitors were weak here, he had to command one of the Tech-priest to even set this mock battle. So this was a one time event and could not be replicated easily, The Black shield cleared away as several Techpriest rushed to see if they could repair the damage that had been done. Never end the attack... (Yes, I know most train without their armor and dont use their weapons or give the training servitor power weapons, but its a part of his chapter identity )
<Lysander> The Investigator swiftly shuffled through the data-files within the floating digital screen that hovered in front of his eyes, a technology supported by the Angelfall's complex super computer inside the massive archive room. The Inquisition spared no expense when it came to technology, always using the best the Imperium had to offer in their quest to cleanse the galaxy of the wicked and the damned. The fact that the Tech Priest's were able to replicate this tech within this ship, considering how rare such a thing was to behold and use, was a testament to the dedication given to make sure that the Angelfall was, as some on his planet would have stated, an angel among bastards. File after file was checked and displaced, replaced with another in his search for answers. His frustration was made known only by his stern facial expression, but only of note to those with a critical eye. Thankfully, he had access to the Inquisitional files that would have otherwise been restricted to even those within the Adeptus Arbites. Yet the description that Leo had given the Investigator of this Wade individual was still too broad, with a great many Imperial individuals popping up as a potential match. Though he had returned to the safety of the ship, Lysander had gone without refreshments or rest. He was to caught up in his work, his curiosity and desire to uncover the truth overpowering his natural needs. It did, however, prove to take a toll on his focus. The Investigator would never admit such a thing, and it is unlikely that he would stop without outside interference. For now, at least, he would continue to look for answers.
- Edd Stumbling into the Archives room, Edd seemingly tripping on something or someone outside. Edd had yet to report to the infirmary for his side wound. Removing his carapase armor had revealed it to Rocky, who insisted he go straight to the apothacary. This lead to the usual bellow of, "No pointy things!" Edd ran off, turning up where he was now. "Oh, hello sir. Don't mind me, I'm just gonna hide en here. I know you. We found dat cog boy together, with miss Jean. Why are ya en here, wot es this place?" @Mando - Rocky Rocky was scowering the ship for Edd. "Edd! Get back here! They might not even need to use an injector!"
OOC: 97 ? Damn you tzeentch Def Roll 53 The apothecaries attack went just as planned. The sheer momentum of the attack surprised amraphel. He tried to evade the wild charge but failed and was thrown to the ground with a loud crash. The apothecary lay right on top of him, bur amraphel resolved that he would not let this stand. The apothecary would not win by sheer wildness and desperation. "It cannot be!", he yelled. Amraphel kicked his knee into the apothecaries side and grapped him by hoping to turn this arround and switch places with him. He mustered all his strenght for this last ditch attempt knowing than the apothecary would win if amraphel did nothing. Attack Roll 91 OOC: Im gonna sleep now and have nightmares if you rolling a 100.
