Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140721012547/@comment-28917471-20140726193106

IC: Brother Anax enters the arena, he is armored and wears his helmet. He is silently standing near the recruits, unwilling to disturb the fighting with his voice.

While he was away, his servo-skull was recording the matches, so the apothecary could better suit the trainings for every individual battle-brother.

OOC: Hey chaffeen, as an officer, I don't think that we should fight each other, unless you really want to. I can get my armor off.