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With a scream more primal than what most Tyranids could come up with he ripped his helmet and gasmask off his face and threw the heavy thing at Khaz, insulted at the refusal of the challenge. Huffing he would come closer to the light, his arms spread out rising up and down along with his chest as he breathed. Now if one payed any attention they would notice blood both dry and wet all across his head, scars, stitched both by doctors, and some metal makeshifts John made himself. There were even some marks on his face where his helmet was too tight and left massive red lines. He would beat his chest making a [i]donk donk[/i] noise as the armoured fist hit plate. Finally he would lift up his heavy stubber, and let the barrels of it start spinning, a mad laugh coming from him. "It's just a fight; all friendly like, no hard feelings. It's for the entertainment and better rest of those around us, would you not agree it is a great service?" 

When the weapon began to spin at fully speed he chuckled a little more quietly this time and continued. "Someone is getting hurt, just how much matters upon you. I want some fun, do you not either half-man?" He let his plasteel teeth gleam for whatever viewers were around, the tough guy act was not hard at all when you had the build. "[i]Scared?[/i]" he asked. 

While he would stand still, his eyes would dart around occasionally, scanning the area for some idiot trying to do something as stupid as "diffuse the situation." He blew at his eye which had some sweat and blood pour into it, burning painfully. But he learned to take the pain, all was now a [i]good[/i] pain.