Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-26373382-20170314051745

He stares at the wounded cultist as his shield bears a coat of blood from having bashed an enemy to death. "How about this now?" He hacked as his wounds kept him below-strength before removing his helmet to release some spittle littered with blood and mucus off into the distance in a great display of skill at Hocking Loogies, as all Astartes are supreme compared to humans in every way, EVERY, WAY. "Well, Rowan. I believe you should give this one a taste of Black Adder tones. You clearly seem well versed in persuasion."