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Ragnar reaches his hand across and places it on Draven's shoulder and in a hushed voice. "i know that you mourn and i understand that. But remember, in the height of your fury you must still maintain control and channel that desire and rage into a burning sword. A sword which you use destroy the enemies of the glorious Allfather. Just dont let it control you, you help none that way."

Ragnar thinks back to a blood claw that lost himself in the heat of battle, he was a sight to behold. The furiousity was that of a rabid dog, but with power armor. His claws ripping through the orks armor as if it was made of paper, the blood pouring from his face and body as blood and entrails covered his body. The Wulfen curse, the Priests called it. He watched as this promising space marine slowly fell further and further into madness. Then it was over, the battle was done and the enemy slayed. Yet the marine kept trying to fight he searched, he sniffed, he clawed at the corpses  all trying to continue his fight. Then the priests came to him, chanting the prayers of Fenris calming the beast that boiled in his blood. Then taking him away never to be seen again. Some rumors spread of a company of those beasts held at bay by Wolf priests only long enough to reach worlds and battles too dangerous for common tactics. But Ragnar could not know if these rumors held ay truth.

He only knew the brother he saw in front of him, a Blood Angel who perhaps might be feeling similar afflictions to the Blood Claw from so long ago. (internal) ''I cannot let him fall, nor will I. If i am to one day become a member of the Priests i must learn how to handle these things. What better place to start then here. ''Ragnar shook Dravens shoulder in a friendly gesture. "You have the Allfathers blood in you as do i, and that makes us brothers albeit far decended. Should you find yourself faltering remember i am here to help you, perhaps even guide you should you request it." Ragnar roughly slapped the marine's shoulder and raised his voice. "Now lets see ensure our weapons are as ready as our minds are." Ragnar lets our a bark of laughter as he draws his rifle and begins to examine it.