Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-10777613-20150427180534

Fetrina was not happy... not one bit...

Curses flew out of her mouth for every step the group took, with none of the armsmen attempting to even ask if she could be quiet. A few silent looks between them confirmed what they were all thinking...

A feeling of regret for whatever ticks her off next...

As for Fetrina, despite the free flowing hate coming from her mouth, she was going over what they had discovered in her head.

''A rogue pysker... hmph... its been quite a while since I've had the pleasure of a duel... ''

Unconsciously, she hoped he would have some skill in swordsminship... but psykers rarely ever practiced such things, let alone being experienced in it...

She gripped her sword's handle tighter, ready to is it along with her powers at any given time...

A shame she would have to dirty it with filthy mutant blood...

The irony of the thought was not lost on her...