Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191005104207

Cyradon stared at his gauntleted palms for a moment, unsure why his power did not manifest. Had the enemy not been on the retreat, he might have endured some serious wounds with their advanced weaponry. It was strange not feeling the connection to the warp when he attempted to manifest it, but he knows that the warp is fickle and works on a whim, despite his advanced training in the arts of psychic mastery. It took a few moments for him to gather himself and began paying head to the conversation going on between the two parties. He allowed the Stormtrooper and the Tempestus Scion argue, then the xenos approached him.

He glares at Iselthi through his helmet's lenses, "Do not taunt me, creature. The only reason you are still alive is the governess' appeal for me to spare your life. But, push me while we are out here in the wild and you'll find that appeal to be worthless."

Turning his attention to Leofric, his tone stern which is only expounded with the growl of his vox-grill,

"This world is considered loyal and the Governess is within her rights to hire whatever mercenaries she has seen fit. You had do well to remember that even the resurrected Primarch Guilliman has consorted with the Aeldari. While I have no love for the creatures due to my time in the Deathwatch, they can serve a purpose. Do not throw around the term 'heresy' with such blatant disregard for the weight it holds. For a Tempestus Scion, you have quite the nerve accusing an ordained governor of heresy without proof. I have personally executed men for less. Now, I suggest you and your companions gather your gear and prepare to move out without mentioning the word heresy again."

Cyradon then turns his attention to the partisans, "Which of you gentlemen is in command of this outfit and are you the party of men that the governess sent to link up with us?"