Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-30059998-20181105154101

Volprecht kept the bolt pistol aimed at Tyberion as he spoke. "It would not be the first time I denied a battle-brother a glorious death for the safety of my team." The Black Templar felt his twin hearts slow down and his mind began to lose the red haze of fury. He holstered his pistol and walked up to the Death Spectre. Volprecht removed his helmet and stared at the red lenses across from him.

"I already lost one team, I will be damned if I lose another. You are not the only one here with a Death Oath." He did not give Tyberion a chance to retort before donning his helmet once again and moving forward to an opening to protect.