Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224030/@comment-30059998-20161218001011

Moments after his announcement to the rebels, a stray mortar landed in front of Pyotr, knocking him off of his feet. The large man goes flying three feet backwards before crashing into a pile of rebel corpses on his back. Shaking off the ringing on his ears, Pyotr slowly rises up and glares at the rebels' premature celebration of his death. Noting that his power sword is missing, as well as his knife. "Must've let go of them during the explosion." Just as he finishes this thought, his eyes widened when he saw in one group of rebels, a familiar looking weapon was raised in the air. His Laughing skull Combat Knife, the last reminder he has of a brotherhood that he could've a part of. He holds no grudge against the Laughing Skull. Rather, he understands why they have taken drastic measures of initiation. They had to ensure that the strong are the only ones worthy to become a battle brother. However, he knows that the Skulls hold a degree of respect to those who partake in a pilgramage of death to repent for their failures. This was evident when the Turuuch had given him the knife with sad eyes. Pyotr saw Illiam, the Turuuch who had supervised him, look at him in disappointment in letting the traitors get a hold of the weapon. It filled Pyotr with rage. Pyotr suddenly remembered the Khagasan, Astartes who have gone mad due to a Sus-an membrane mutation. He once feared the notion of becoming one, but now he wanted to be one of them. Only they have the gift of pure fury under the madness. And that gift is what Pyotr needed at this moment. With a roar that had once scared a Xhael'ruz, Pyotr sprinted in full speed towards the traitor with his knife, intent on taking back a gift that was being desecrated. The men turned to face him and their faces flushed with fear. They all attempted to shoot Pyotr down, but his posture ensured that he was receiving maximum protection from the armour. The one with the knife dropped the large weapon and attempted to flee. But it was too late for him as Pyotr had the man in his sights. Crashing through the group, Pyotr grabbed man by the arms, placed his foot on the man's back and ripped the arms clean out of their sockets.