True, its a waste of time.
Knowing your Legion, you all probably enjoy the Threats and insults"
Hed reply, looking down at his chainblade. Adjusting the loose blades
" Hmph. Ironic. The hound calling someone a mutt. "
He span the knife in his hand before tucking it into a sheath on his thigh.
" Save your threats for someone who cares War Hound. Do not waste my time with your whining. "
"Watch. Your. Tone. Mutt!
Or YOUL be the one howlling with these Heretics"
Hed snap back, a faniliar humm as the Nails sent another wave of pain down his entire body
" Of course I am. "
He said with a snarl, snapping his head over to glare at the World Eater. He then jabbed his knife in direction of a wailing mortal.
" I am overseeing their penance. They have a while to go yet. "
@R3SPLENDENCE "There no challenge..just annoying. I kill one and another pops up, there like roaches the lot of them!"
He said in anger, leaning back abit as the as the heretics howlled in pain around them
"You look like youve been enjoying yourself"
@War_H0und Darian didn't draw the weapon, but he kept his hand on it until the World Eater sat before going back to cleaning his blade.
" Sounds like the heretics are giving you quite the challenge cousin. "
The Reiver is knelt inside of a half demolished hut on the outskirts of a Hive city cleaning the blood from his knife. Around him are bodies of eviscerated chaos cultists, some still moaning in agony.
Darian does not give them the killing blow however. He is enjoying the music.
@CaptainCaprine Darian continued to clean his blade, and glanced at the newcomer out of the corner of his eye. The lower half of his face was covered by a skull mask, but the upper half wasn't any better. Dark skin with black orbs for eyes and various nasty scars across his bald head.
The place where the blue light did not reach, and the sound and resistance stopped all at once. The door itself however didn't seem to be locked. No lock, no bar, no gene code, nothing. The only issue... there was no handle.
As the invader got closer to the door, he would find his steps grew harder and harder until if felt as though he was walking against a hurricane. The sound of choirs singing flooded the air around him. Bells ringing so loud it shook the room. And then, he stepped into the shadow.
Darian was a Reiver wearing lighter Phobos pattern armor. So the teeth of the Chainsword let's quite the impact. Not as much of an impact as the Reiver combat knife he drew and sliced along the soft joint between the World Eaters forearm and wrist before throwing a straight kick.