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4/12/2015 5:39:07 AM
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*casts vortex of doom*
*you're eaten by the Warp*
Hmph. Heretic.
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-walks up- do you think a chosen of Khorne would be ran afoul of such witchcraft.
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I'm pretty sure you're dead.
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-stares at the black rings on my armor- One of the gifts hand made in the forges beneath the skull throne... -looks you dead in the eye- Do you know of these relics
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Edited by Zesta: 4/12/2015 5:59:44 AM[spoiler]My knowledge of WH40k lore is really rusty.[/spoiler] Very well. *shoots with plasma gun*
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-dodges left taking a glancing blow to the shoulder void sheild flaring as it tries and fails to blunt the blow- Now now little one I didn't come for trouble. -Mechandrites spring to life- But I'm never one to refuse one so eager.
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*draws power sword* Repent of your ways, and I may grant you mercy.
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You seek battle as fast as one of Khorne and fail to see the power you give him. -holds up a polished chainsword that pulse blue with power- But I should warn you one doesn't escape one of the arena world's without trails.
