Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131019114403/@comment-14745711-20131026090746

OOC: well, what you did was kind of hostile to be fair.

IC: all weapons stand primed until Nablel nods to them to lower their arms. "Don't make open hostilities just yet, if they have the capabilities to accomplish this we would take heavy casualties at the best while destroying them, and be driven out with barely any remaining alive at the nigh on impossible worst. Let them proceed, but watch them and if they betray us blast them to atoms, but for now continue as normal." The marines and vehicles lower their weapons and turn away from the Sand Fury as if it was quite ordinary and that they had seen it a thousand times before and was a pointless boring object.

Avatus runs his hand along the blade of Narsa Galdra cloth in hand cleaning the holy weapon of the vile xenos' blood. "What now brother?" Asks the Gold Apostal as he sheaths his own holy blade as his golden lion helm gleams in the faint light. "Now,y brother, let us hunt the traitor down!" The force moves out at a fast pace out if the arena seeking for the blood of the enemy.

OOC: I will set Markus's body free, you can count on that, no matter what.