Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-8397818-20190912210459

Dion's eyes fell on the Eldar without moving his head. He had heard that word before, when he had to deal with the foul xenos. He did not know its meaning, human prehaps? Nevertheless, she was mocking the Governess, and had to be dealt with. But it was not his place.

He wanted her to know that he was watching her, judging her. She could gain no trust. She might as well signed her own death warrent. She was stink of arrogance.

He made two steps forward and turned his gaze to Sioux. Slowly, he took out his knife, holding it lightly and raised it for everyone else to see. He felt the tension of others. Weapons were raised but few aimed at him. He used the knife to cut his palm.

He raised his arm towards the Governess. The cuts resembled letters, which read: "Who's first?"