"I did not dare to refuse hus chalange" as he spoke he looked at the wolf "it is amazing how strong he is" with that he chuckled "i lasted les than a miniute as if im honest, i was no match which is why logan acted as judge to make sure he did not kill me by mistake"
<Steinar Greywold> "Aye, aye." The Wolf nodded. "So..." He shook his head before he even really started his sentence. "Apologies, I do not dare to make demands from you, venerable one." With that he turned back to the duel, though he started to notice that something is wrong, almost like it was not a fight of honor and respect, but that more had been to the Apothecary and the Librarian.
"Well I dont plan to leave in the near future. But now please excuse me, for I will seek out a more quiet place and meditate until I am needed for the mission." Aftet saying this amraphel quicky turned 180 degrees and swiftly and quietly dissappeared into a dark maintenance corridor. He would need some time alone to think, reflect in things and plan.
Volorox put the practice blade that he had from his belt as he quickly finished off the Training servitor and then headed towards the arena wondering what was going on as he arrived he could see there apothcary and the salmmander in the arena. as he looked to steiner "so what type of duel is going on?" he asked steiner as he looked to the arena
<Steinar Greywold!!!> "No idea, but it seems quite.... Serious." Steinar said, looking over to Volorox. "I doubt we have met yet. My name is Steinar Greywold, Cousin to the Orkbane - Thain Greywold. Who might you be?" The giant of a Space Wolf inquired, showing the tooth of Thain with great pride.
OOC: ARGH sorry guys forgot you wrote at me here! That's what happens when you check your alerts in the morning! Six unelegantly sidestepped, not losing speed while avoiding the armoured man. She ignored his command - the Krieger'd have avoided anyways. When she was stopped by an excited chapter serf, however, 232611 stopped dead in her tracks, eyeing the curious man. His use of the term 'enjoy' was dubious - the implication that not everyone found pleasure in serving as the Emperor's ammunition was as present in him as in any other man not of Krieg, it seemed. "This one finds pleasure in all His tasks. Stormbolter duty, Quartermaster duty - all equally important. One objection of this one however. This one is a trained Quartermaster. Extrapolation from this premise: Stormbolter duty neccessitates additional training. Additional training inefficient." Crossing her arms in front of the impeccable if undecorated chest of her military tunic jacket, she felt intrigued at his enthusiasm, likely stemming from Sitri's offer to recruit her.
"I am Volorox Of the marine malevolent second company Vanguard Veteran to death watch and veteran of Armageddon." he said as he looked at the tooth that steiner held. "What type of tooth is that?" he asked as his eye scanned the tooth steiner held
The Blackshield had been training at the firing ranges, they were more up to his expectations then the melee combat training. One by one, a large thunder crack was heard. Originating from the Astartes's Bolter. The dummy that was set up was slowly torn to shreds. If one would pay close attention, almost none of his shots was a killing blow. Each and everyone of them tearing off the side and limbs. Obviously it wasn't due to skill, as each shot followed the last with precise accuracy. Almost painting a picture with wounds. Nothing too special, being a Space Marine and all. Before he could load another Magazine of training rounds, he saw a crowd of Guardsman, Armsman, and Astartes alike. The crowd laid a thick veil over both the contenders. He had not even seen what was going on until he approached the Chaplain, who had been in a higher position then most and was overseeing the duel. "Watch Chaplain, what am I looking at?" The Blackshield questioned. He saw the same Apothecary as before and now another Astartes he had not met. He held the Salamander's livery on his right pauldron. (@Colapse )
After walking arround the ships corridors for a while, amraphel came across a most interesting scene. Near the apothecarion he could see the apothecary and the librarian called draconion. He could not hear what excactly was being said but the salamander seemed very angry. Suddenly amraphel watched with excitement as the apothecary drew his bolt pistol and aimed it at draconions foot. Quietly and while standing in a dark corner amraphel quickly and silently took his plasma pistol. Carefully and precisely he aimed at the apothecary but did for the moment, not shoot and did not reveal his presence in any other way. He knew that this was a very delicate situation and that it might well end in bloodshed, but a part of him enjoyed watching it and found it very entertaining. "Oh, our so codex devoted brother apothecary shows his true face", amraphel thought, relishing in this amusing irony of fate.
