Having come to the split in their pathways, Rand held up his powersword as if signaling the squad to a halt. As his eyes scanned over each of the doorways, he couldn't help the subtle growl beginning to resonate over the vox, "Bloody hells... They've certainly made themselves at home." Carefully the Wolf would begin to pace before the doors, "We can't have that now... I'd see this ship torched before I let these swine settle here," a subtle glance would be cast back towards the party, "If it were up to me, we'd deliver our judgement onto the 'Bastards of Khorne'. But I won't lie... That door to the far right has my attention," Another growl would resound, this one disturbingly more sensual, followed shortly by a round of laughter.

Drawing up his flamer, he'd wait for his party to decide on a course of action, "Choose quickly, brothers. The All-Father must not be kept waiting.
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>Signal the party
>Pace before the door
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