He smirked, looking forward to the bloodshed. He continued to approach the enemy, preparing to teleport.

[b][i]A horde of gleaming, 8ft Chaos legionnaires march by, their black power armor stepping heavily in unison. They are flanked by lumbering, two story tall dreadnoughts equipped with multi-missile launchers and heavy flame units that belch smoke and stinking promethium. Skulls of fallen champions dangle from lengthy chains, forming a tabard of brutal war trophies. The last in line is a super heavy dreadnought with twin, shoulder mounted turbo-cannons and a single gauss blaster that crackles with emerald green energy. One of its hands is a massive chain fist while the other is extended by a ferocious looking shock maul, it too, crackles with energy. The 30 second warning is given, won't be long now. Seeing such powerful warriors makes you nervous about what you'll face on the other side... And who ever thought you would be allied with chaos? [/i][/b]

He smirk grew wider. This living ship, messing with his mind, trying to make him fearful. He continued to walk, as his smirk grew into a sick smile, making a couple people around him back off. He felt his sins tingling down his back, energizing him, making him anxious. His true self itching to shed his shell. Once he was out, there was no turning back. His red eyes began to slow transition to a ghostly green as the time of death grew near.