Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140807071103/@comment-6078851-20140814013012

as Saffron cascaded across the area in a fine mist with very few chunks, his fangs somehow landed in the fountain next to Garion.

(IM)*while our team is diminished in number i do not mourn him [Saffron]. he panicked like a mewling infant and deserved his inglorius death.* and in a very uncharacteristic mood of petulence he thought *i hope it hurt...you freak!*

leaving the fountain's basin last, on an impulse Garion collected Saffron's 2 fangs and put them in a belt-pack (OOC: i'll let everyone decide if they saw this or not). as Darius howled Garion frowned, (IM)*he is showing a surprising amount of emotion for an imperial fist*, and as he struck the wall Garion felt a sharp stab of disgust at this apparent tantrum, completely oblivious to the vast hypocrisy of this thought.

Garion was inspecting the damage to his suit and weapons when Tychus gave the order to move, and seeing only a few minute pockmarks on his armour he surmised his gear was ok, and said in a cold voice "check your gear, clearly our armour is of no significant challenge to those things, as we can clearly see from the remains of that fool."

as they moved on Garion kept an eye on the alley he thought saw movement in, until they were beyond sight of it's dark entrance...