Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140807071103/@comment-24821739-20140815231416

As Garion puts the fangs into his belt-pouch, he supresses his rage for a moment. Thinking to his past, he remembered all of the trophies that he was awarded, and that he plundered from battlefields. His rage boiled over.

Moving quick as a striking Eldar, Tychus bounded up to Garion and bodily punched him in the chest.

Garion soared around 3 metres back, and landed on his feet.

"One does not disrespect a Space Marine in my presence, especially when that Marine willingly gave his life so that your slow ass could get in the water! Give me his teeth! Since when does a Dark Angel take trophies of battle-brothers that they didn't kill?"

OOC: (Pardon the language.) My previous reaction has been ret-conned, I was not the last one to get in the fountain. (Obviously!) Tychus gave the order and waited as long as he could have before diving in, as evicenced by the few tiny holes in his armor. (He literally jumped *just in time*.)