Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20141003150859/@comment-24821739-20141024162103

As the last words leave Garion's lips, he seems to tremble. A line of black appears at his throat, and slowly starts dripping down. Like legendary soildiers of old, Tychus lands at a crouch and slowly sheathes his sword. As the pommell hits the scabbard, Garion's head falls off, blood gushing into the air from the infinitely powerful Astartes heart. Tychus' face is a mask of anguish, and he quickly stands and makes for the Thunderhawk.

"Chaplain, Grenades if you will. I'd rather not let the Xenos study him."