Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20141003150859/@comment-24821739-20141021114608

A darkness passes over Tychus' face, and it is abolished instantly.

"My sword, Garion.", Tychus says, without trace or inflection.

The powerfield of the poinard lightly crackles, and as the metal around it heats up, it slides free of the wall and clatters to the floor.

Tychus ignores this, his hand outstretched to recieve his weapon, the other hand held behind his back.