Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-2253300-20150713191926/@comment-24580172-20150722230052

Varigal growled as he looked up at the mutilated body of one of the soldiers. During the landing the pod's door had been ripped off, and the soldier had been thrown out. At that sort of momentum, he literally splintered like wood when he slammed into a tree. Varigal himself was fine, expect pehaps for a few cuts and scratches from branches that had broken off into the pod. He turned his gaze onto his remaining companion before reaching down and picking up his briefcase. He opened a section of the case to pull out a large syrine before moving towards the shattered body and drawing some blood before taking a piece of the flesh and depositing it within a small plastic slide. He stood up, put his medical equipment back in it's proper places, and waved for his companion to follow him. He growled low in his throat after every crack and crunch from the Soldier's footsteps, why couldn't he be quiet!?

He dropped to his knee and made a gasp of pain, grasping at his chest Varigal let his glasses slide off his face and onto the ground. The soldier quickly rushed over to help the seemingly injured man;

"MASTER SKULT ARE YOU AL-GUKKK"

Varigal had reached into his uniform pocket, drawn a long blade, and slashed straight through the Soldier's neck severing both his jugular vein and his carotid arteries. Large quantities of blood squirted out of the Soldier's neck, hitting Varigal's cold emotionless face. The Soldier jerked for a few minutes before dying his body still twitching ever so slightly. The entire left side of Varigal's white pea coat was covered in blood, turning it's once white fabric red. He slowly reached down to pick up his glasses, cleaned them of any dirt with his remaining clean sleeve, and placing them back on his face. He reached down picked up his briefcase and began walking towards the large spires of Caladonia's capital, enjoying the peace and quiet of nature.