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Nobel actions him to plug to the hole with the gunpowder laden lid of his launcher as the dark manifest of these creatures spill into view - the Longwatch regular shouting in the Gila Monster Lingua Franca as he takes aim
"!الذخائر المتفجرة"
(EXPLOSIVE ORDANCE!)
"KEEP DISTANCE" With the pull...
"Affirmative, ease your arms with the civilians found unless they prove too agitated to be complicit - A bullet wasted is a second lost from our lives."
The Gila Monsters astartes grips at the weaponized hatred of his Proteus Launcher, the veteran predator refusing to have himself become newly recruited prey before the unknown's fangs as they descend deep in its territory. Relax and worry melting and mentally brewing in Hayreddin's brain into a...
Nobel follows in the captain's shadow in light of the information, the past of his lax attitude morphing into his present worry, mentally pondering to himself
"Green skins make themselves too loud to be so silent in an invasion, Tyranids have to yet consume anything to be so un-present, no...
Victory's pick breaks though Nobel's stone façade, crumbling back into a more relaxed demeanor as he responds
"Affirmative! Cousin Librarian, if not too hassled, check for further signatures in the area before we advance."
Nobel fires another bombarding shot towards the scaled beast's face in tried attempt to liberate Uriel's blade from the jail of its jaw as his compatriots strike at its joints. Hayreddin's teeth clench, his facing chiseling to stone to bastion from the lingering pain of the beast's scream...
Nobel's launcher boom with the birth of an explosive payload towards the beast as he paces back to regroup with his squadron - Nobel's ears wet with the liquid red of his blood as the scream's verbal tide broke his eardrums with his proximity to its shout.
Hayreddin steadies the explosive malice of his Proteus Launcher over his shoulder, the loudness of his steps lessening by the next second as he takes caution of the environment - Keeping weary eyes and ears as he moves forward inch by inch.
Nobel's voice relaxed as he spoke "Affirmative." His intensity's mental shell peeling back to reveal the meat of his tranquility as he entered into the under hive's architectural foray - His element found in the vile openness of active duty from the political constraints of bureaucracy, and...
Noble loosens the strangle on his pistol's grip with his sight set on the environment's filth manifest. His visor awash with the reflections of dulled browns and greens that clung to every crease to corner of the area - An inquisitive brew of intrigue and disgust mixing about his thoughts as his...
Nobel keeps cautious, an increasingly tightening grip executed on the victim of his bolt pistol's handle as they descended deep into the city's intestines from the surface's concrete skin.
"Indeed."
The static cloak of the vox commences to hide Nobel's speech.
"Keep weary of any more of these sudden 'suggestions' and detours, lets keep the lost to five reported on this planet."
Nobel gifts the meager present of a light bow to the man, his eyes briefly laying on the light treasures of his medals as the Astartes looked downward.
"With the respects and honors of Ordo Xenos."
Nobel adjusts himself into the iron caress of its seating, the clatter of his explosive bandolier resounding and commencing to rattle to a resonance with the ship's humming.
In staggered fashion Nobel takes stand, with his Captain's courtesy he draws close in seeming admission of defeat - the bomb of his ambition set - And soon explode as Nobel's arms boomed with spontaneous speed and diagonally struck close with his spear's edge at the captain's torso in convincing...
Blood spews to the roof of Nobel's mouth. His teeth clenched tight refusing to relent, a calcium cage of incisors and and molars forming in his jaw to not let loose the sanguine prisoner of his blood. The ache of pain quilted his body tight, each cell of his back caressed with the sting of the...
Pressed back by the tide of blows, grunts flowing free from his helmet, the Gila Monster allows himself to succumb to gravity's grasp and falls back. Incapable of immediately defending Nobel presses into offensive options.
Relegating his spear to his left hand as he dropped, he quick...
From soft stone to swift water, Nobel's quickly reacts and retorts by connecting his spear's side to the sword's mid-swing, gliding the blade's blow downward - Soon thrusting forth spear head first at his chest once more in an attempt reestablish the threat of his reach. Hayreddin arms begin to...
The rapid twirl of Nobel's spear halts to the call of combat, the comparatively mite size might of Hayreddin stanced before Deimos' titan tact and strength. Posture relaxed, Nobel's threat was immediately made loud from his silence as the spear's head aimed towards the Captain's chest.
"Were are sons of the Drake, first, and gallant, second. We speak little of ourselves beyond that."
Nobel stances, the whirl of his spear by sides akin to windmill in motion.
In same sequence to the Blood Raven, Nobel makes himself perceptive to his superior's movements in combat - Though contrasting placing light to the shadows of his weakness, Hayreddin places keen eyes directly into his Captain's tactical brightness. Analyzing his strengths in an attempt counter...
"As said by our cousins." A power-spear esque armament clutched in the superhuman cage of Hayreddin's grip, jailed to act as his weapon in wait as duel was to commence between the Captain and the Templar.
"A solemn truth, undertaking more conniving tactics in battles past, however, have made me averse to traveling within anything larger than a Carnifex."
The diminutive Veteran perks up to speak
"Louder, but ultimately more trouble in the long term. Corroborating the Fist's tactical concerns, flippancy in his speech aside."
Nobel subsequently enters and sits himself in the iron caress of the Blackstar's seating. The Astarte's eyes distracted by the silent self assessing of his equipment's condition though with keeping ears, attentive, to his commanding officer's word as they prepare.
The Gila Monsters Astrates motions forwards with the pack's steps. With a quick glance to the wider kill-team the organic telescopic of his dull brown tinged eyes scanning the superhuman specimens before him from height to weapon to the livery that found itself etched to each of their shoulders...