Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20200213215034/@comment-8397818-20200215120904

Magnor's blood was just getting hotter during the training. Finally, after some trials and errors he was able to concetrate his strikes precisely. His reaction time was also faster. The wolf inside was slowly waking up, but he would keep him at bay.

No matter where, or how many times, the sound of the alarm always irritated him. He strained his jaw, showing his fangs as a sign of aggravation, yet it quickly changed to smile as he run towards his chamber. Alarm meant trouble, somewhere out there in the void the enemies of Allfather felt comfortable challanging his rule. They were in for surprise.

He entered his chamber only be surrounded by the chamber's servitors. They've stripped him of his armour and prepared him for the upcoming mission. His missed his runic armour, but could not deny the quality and the effectivness of the Deathwatch power armour. He could move much more freely, and the movement itself felt so natural within those ceramite plates. Nevermind the weapons of the Alien Hunters.

He still wasn't sure if his service in the Deathwatch was a punishment or a blessing. He was one of the best warriors in the company, yet not the oldest. All that mattered now were the vows he has given. Upholding them was the greatest priorety.

The servitor presented the Space Wolve's helmet to Magnor, he took it and attached it to his belt, not that he will use it. He unsheathed his combat knife and wondered at the beauty of its craft, the Blackmane was seen here in his full glory. Magnor sheathed his weapon and made way to the point of the gathering.