Noting the motion of Sirius' hand towards his knife, Draconion snorts in derision and takes several steps back, settling into a relaxed ready stance as he waits for his foe to at last make his move.
Sirius Jules slowly got up to his feet and put the blade back. Shaking his head in disappointment. That he would stop in anticipation of combat. Draconion was simply too stupid to realize how wrong he is. The Apothecary crossed his arms and anticipated what the fool of a semi-Eldar would do next. OOC: Nope, because you still don't get it
Six shook her head. "I am not upset. Apology accepted. Insecurity around women acknowledged." She picked up her pace again and entered the vehicle bay, approaching the Predator with wary eyes. "Magnificient specimen. Will bring much glory. This one would at least try being gunner. For sake of respecting the machine spirit."
[OOC: Get what? That Sirius is an Astartes-sized prison bitch and regularly gets raped in the showers by big, smelly Space Wolves?] Draconion stares at Sirius for a good, long while before finally deciding to end this disgusting display on both their parts - Sirius', for his petty self-righteousness and refusal to own the consequences of his words and deeds, and his own, for allowing himself to be cornered into dishonouring himself whichever way he turned. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. So damn you too. Closing the distance between Sirius and himself, he feints to the right before jinking left, suburito arcing diagonally downwards in a massive blow to the cheekbone, meant to torque and flex the brainstem to induce unconsciousness - in layman's terms, to cause a knockout.
@marmorath "i will be meditating for a while voxx me for the breifing" as tempestus spoke he turned around and walked away "this duel has only one outcome" with that he walked away not stoping for anything else but a simple look at the space wolf as memorys of thain swelled up in his head
<Marius> "Glad to hear, I am sure Ultima Vale will like you." Marius said quite optimistic as they walked up to Lord Sitri and the Predator tank, the shooting range already prepared. <Sirius Jules> OOC: Get that he wanted to talk to you, and yet you only care about killing him. To understand that your pride means nothing and that reacting with stubbornness is the wrong thing Sirius wanted to talk from the begin on but noooo you wanted to kill him, then go ahead already ^^ But Sirius did not knockout and just stood there, taking the hit. "You wanted to kill me." The Son of Guilliman remembered him.
[OOC: So, I was right then Let the raping commence!] Draconion recovers instantly into a combat stance, his face imperturbable, though inwardly, he marvels at the other man's resilience. That blow would have felled an Ogryn - he has done as much in the past, and more than once. "Of course I want to kill you, you slinking, cowardly cretin," he says, his voice dripping with contempt and thoroughly at odds with the mask-like expression on his face, "And were it up to me, I would have done so already, and good riddance to an honourless, gutless hypocrite like you. But Lord Marmaroth wants you alive. He said nothing, however, about unbroken." With that, he dashes forward with another massive strike, this one aimed right between Sirius's eyes. And another. And another. And another. And another after that, determined not to stop the swings of the red-smeared wooden sword until Marmaroth's order sounds in his ears. [OOC: For your raping pleasure ]
Sirius drew the blade again after building up distance backwards. "Allow me." The Apothecary grabbed the blade reversed and ram it through his chest into his heart before collapsing forwards and knocking out. While the primary heart started falling and the man still was conscious as his gasping and breathing could tell, he reduced his heart beat consciously extremely, so far that his signal on HUDs of other marines would change into a flashing, glowing bright red. @Draconion & @lord-watchman The Psykers could also easily feel how the life of the Apothecary was ending if not something would be done, irony was that he was perhaps the only one who could save his own life. <Steinar Greywold> "Did you make him do that Draconion?!" The Space Wolf exclaimed wondering, running up to the Arena, knowing of telekinesis, but that was just a cheap shot.
<Arena> After couple of hits and couple of broken bones, the Librarian could hear familiar voice of the Flesh Tearer ringing through the place. "That's enough Draconion. You proved your point," the Chaplain said as he stood up and walked down on the red sand towards the two combatants, but then one of them decided to make a surprising move. "This was most illuminating indeed," Marmaroth sighed as he opened vox link to one of his men. "Gaius, I need you in the Apothecarium ASAP, Sirius decided to make your life interesting." "Steinar, help me carry the Apothecary back to his workstation before I'm forced to find another one to serve here."
