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Right! Now I'm really angry! Mark of Wulfen kicks in, howls at the sky, jumps out of pile of bodies, and starts hitting more Blood Claws, whilst searching for some real enemies.

 

Discards his armour and shows his hairy muscles. Bring it on punk.

 

Oh! IT'S ON! WOLVERINE BATTLE!

SAVE THE SQUIGS! That's what we make the hot wings from!

 

Don't worry Warhorse, my gretchin helpers are in the middle of recapturing them.... :lol:

 

Mind if I dispose in this manner of some wee squigs as well?

 

Cain, leave the squigs alone....

After herding all the karniverus kave squigz back into their pen, Bran hurls Hadafix into the Warp portal.

 

"NEVER. EVER. EVER. TOUCH. MY. SQUIGZ!!!!!" Then, as if splattered with green paint, Bran becomes more and more Orkish. "WAAAGH! DA GREEN BUH-RAYZ! WAAAGH!

 

Wolves scatter as Muhcarfur rampages after Hadafix, Exteriminatussock and Ragnaroksock flailing wildly...

Oi. Should we toss the Templar in with the spiked folk? Seems kind of... overzealous for a Loyalist. And he's got a man-slave.

 

That is up to you Decoy.... :)

 

Begins Charging at Brother-Captain Alecto while yelling that the stray Blood Angel should be tossed in as well.

+turns at the aproaching sound of the blastmaster, not amused+

 

instantly Bulweih starts to throw the biggest bones of his late feast at the Chaosmarine's Breastplate, knocking him back towards the nearest portal bit by bit with each hammering impact.

 

"Don't you dare, the sound of a fine trashing is more than enough music for my ears!"

 

+hefting his Frostaxe Bulweih charges the taitor+

 

"For Russ!"

[Watches Hadafix sail through towards the maelstrom of the warp]Grab him!!

[Leaps at Hadafix, slamming into him in mid air and saving him from the hell] He deserves to live, hes a good brawler.

 

[Picks up a Squig and hands the mouth on legs to Alecto] Heres a prezzie. Some pain.

 

Thats what we make our hot wings from!
Yeah, my famous 'Volcano Wings'. They melt your tounge right out. Im the Fangs cook dont you know...
Looks at Decoy and mutters something about Thousand Sons and Sorcery Thanks Decoy launches an uppercut like a Thunder hammer that sends him sprawling in between Beef and the bolter babe at just the right moment to get a kiss on both cheeks!
Looks at Decoy and mutters something about Thousand Sons and Sorcery Thanks Decoy launches an uppercut like a Thunder hammer that sends him sprawling in between Beef and the bolter babe at just the right moment to get a kiss on both cheeks!

Warhorse backhands him for even thinking about trying with her. Then plants a real kiss on her that stops the entire fight, from both sides and draws applause from even the grots! Keeps babe in the crook of one arm, picks up a fresh keg of Wolfwhiz, mumbles something about a hot tub and leaves.

Flies through the air after the uppercut, righting himself to land on his feet... Yet land he does not. He falls into the swirling Warp-chaos beneath him, only to be transported to the ceiling, right above Hadafix. Plummeting down, he delivers a vicious rake of his claws over the eyes of the Templar, continuing his fall to once more land in the warp-stuff.

 

He shoots out of the Warp-chaos once more, travelling upwards with great Warp-enhanced speed, delivering a thundering one-two of a strike, one closed fist crashing into the Templar's chin, while a swift, bionic-enhanced kick drives into the Templar's codpiece, shattering the ceramite armor plating like glass and sending Hadafix into a spiraling arc backwards. Wasting no time, he once more sinks into the Warp-floor.

 

Materializing out of nowhere, right beneath the flight arc of Hadafix, Decoy pumps his bionic leg once more, slamming his adamantine heel into the Templar's back and launching him violently into the opposing wall which has conveniently "shifted" into a solid stone wall... which promptly shatters as Hadafix flies through it.

 

Decoy calmly wanders to a corner of the bar, leaning against the writhing, shifting wall, taking a long pull from his Power-Tankard.

 

So. How bout them Blood Angels?

*Gets up from the floor and cracks his jaw back in place*

 

"Ow! Did someone say we're kicking people out?"

 

*Looks around for someone out of place and spots a random Neophyte*

 

"Hehe, this'll be fun!"

 

*Charges headlong at him and slams his power fist down onto the neophyte's head, then grabs him by the arm, proceeds to swing him round a couple of times before letting him go, sending him flying towards the nearest Portal. Turns towards the bar, and strides forwards. Finds a full tankard of ale*

 

"Ooh, more ale!"

 

*Drains the Tankard and searches for even more Ale and some munchies*

The Neophyte, being protected from the warp by the same Vow as his tutor, materialises flying towards Daffydd Fireclaw feet first and knocks him flying into TheLoneWolf, and consumes Daffydds ale in one swig.

 

Cussing all psykers to a (not so) pleasant visit from them Black Ships, Hadafix takes what could be mistaken as an orb use by one of the Eccelesiarchy, he removes the aquila pin, counts not to 2 or 5 but 3, 3 being the number to count to, and lobs it at Decoy. Not seeing if it catches him or not as a blast of holy light fills the bar and the warp dissipates.

Getting up unsteadily, bits of armour just hanging on. "Thats it, I'm calling a landspeeder and getting back off to the eternal Crusader. Its going to take weeks to get my armour fixed blessed and ready for the next crusade. :P !"

*storms into the room*

 

Where's the ale?

 

*looks around at the shattered tables and empty tankards and empty seats*

 

For that matter, where's the party?!

 

*upends a stack of ale barrels, all empty, and looks underneath. sees an unconscious blood claw. dumps the barrels back on him*

 

Fertz!

 

*sits at the most intact table he can find...*

Yes Daffydd, we're kicking them chaos ladz out of here.... =D

 

*Catches the flying Daffydd with one hand, sits him down on the bar stool, pours a tankard of special brew ale into his mouth and closes it, and a good pat on the back*

 

There you go lad.... Spacefrisian, Decoy, leave them Blood Angels alone, for they are a bunch of good sport.... :)

Yes Daffydd, we're kicking them chaos ladz out of here.... =D

 

*Catches the flying Daffydd with one hand, sits him down on the bar stool, pours a tankard of special brew ale into his mouth and closes it, and a good pat on the back*

 

There you go lad.... Spacefrisian, Decoy, leave them Blood Angels alone, for they are a bunch of good sport.... :P

Dont even try to order Decoy around. Its not worth attempting even.

Yes Daffydd, we're kicking them chaos ladz out of here.... =D

 

*Catches the flying Daffydd with one hand, sits him down on the bar stool, pours a tankard of special brew ale into his mouth and closes it, and a good pat on the back*

 

There you go lad.... Spacefrisian, Decoy, leave them Blood Angels alone, for they are a bunch of good sport.... :)

Dont even try to order Decoy around. Its not worth attempting even.

I'm not ordering him around, I'm just telling him.... :lol:

  • 4 months later...
There you go lad.... Spacefrisian, Decoy, leave them Blood Angels alone, for they are a bunch of good sport.... :P

 

Bunch of good sports?!?! They don't wouldn't appreciate a good ale if it was poured forcefully down their throats!

 

Speaking of which...

 

*Grabs nearest tankard of ale and the nearest Blood Angel and commences forcefully pouring ale down his throat*

 

Now, you young pups... that's how it's done!

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