Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-32600226-20181023200651

Ciaran was irratated by this point. The damned xenos was still some how standing, the slugs hadn't hit anywhere important and he knew that the blood would clot almost instantly. Determined to kill this irratation Ciaran leapt off it's back, holstering his bolt pistol and drawing his combat knife. With knife in one hand and lightning claws active in the other, Ciaran began hacking at exposed joints with the knife and slicing at the spine with the lightning claw, power field easily tearing through armor plates. He knew this wouldn't likely kill the beast, but if he could bring it to its knees and keep ithe Ork's attention divided the Death Spectre might be able to get it's head with his Eviscerator.

As he hacked away, Ciaran called to the Astartes. "Let's start with name, shall we? What is your name Death Spectre?"