[h1]Bjorn the Fell-Handed.[/h1]

Bjorn followed the woman until eventually, they came across a pair of wolves with a young woman. "Dammit, not wolves!!!" He exclaimed as he raised his Heavy Flamer. Then he was approached by the girl who, for some reason, Dlanor had called "Russ" He looked the girl up and down as she called him Brother. He knew that voice anywhere, it was a little shrill... But those eyes, that voice, the bright red hair, it was unmistakably the wolf-fucking bastard himself "Leman?" he asked as he saw her look at him. At that point, he didn't know whether to embrace him or kill him... The answer came swiftly as Bjorn backhanded her with his clenched claw, sending her flying against the wall. "THAT WAS FOR THE FELL-HANDED JOKE AND LEAVING ME TO GO GALAVANTING OFF INTO THE EYE OF TERROR!!!" he roared. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THEY DID? THOSE MORONS YOU CALLED YOUR LEGION HAD ME CONFINED TO THIS BODY! ONLY WOKE ME UP EVERY 500 YEARS SO I COULD TELL EVERYBODY HOW GREAT YOU ARE AND THEN SENT ME BACK TO SLEEP!!! IT WAS WORTH GETTING INVADED BY MAGNUS, JUST TO LEAVE THAT DAMN, FLEABITTEN FORTRESS!!! ONE TIME I WOKE UP AND THEY HAD AN INQUISITION WARFLEET, READY TO CALL EXTERMINATUS ON US!!! YOU LEAVE ME TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR DEFECTIVE GENES FOR 10,000 YEARS, AND ALL YOU SAY WHEN YOU GET BACK IS Brother? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY WARS I MISSED OUT ON BECAUSE THEY REFUSED TO LET ME DO ANYTHING BUT SING YOUR DAMN PRAISES?!?!?!" He hunched over and panted heavily, he realized that Leman had never seen him in this body before, but he was so angry, that he wasn't looking to make sense, just to be more angry.

"And now look at you? Did you finally fulfill your dream of having a child with a Wolf, then transfer your mind into it? What happened?"