Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140721012547/@comment-6078851-20140723134804

OOC: well we're only about to spar so i doubt we would be trying to wound the other characters.

as the first sparring session was getting underway Garion again removed himself from the immediate vicinity of Saffron and sat apart. he occasionally glanced at the bout and recognised in a detatched manner that darius and tychus were both exceptionally skilled with blades, but his gaze kept returning to Saffron's back as he stood close by enjoying the contest.

when they were walking towards the combat arena Garion, keeping his distance behind the overly tall Saffron, was again forcefully reminded of his only encounter with traitor astartes...*''as the smoke cleared from the recently collapsed cavern Garion raised himself, bloodied and badly needing medical attention, to face the charge of the traitor marine. despite his injuries his head would have been clear were it not for the confusion racing through his mind regarding the dark green armour of his opponent who was hissing all the while he charged...*''

(Internal Monologue [during the walk to the arena])*why did he [Saffron] hiss like that? is he a threat to this team? have the obvious flaws in his gene-seed made him susceptible to traitorous notions?!*

sitting in the arena watching some of the bout, but mostly watching Saffron, these thoughts wouldn't leave him alone, (IM)*and to top it all he looks exactly like that accursed, deviant and forever damned space wolf!!*