[center][h3][i][color=ed1c24]Complications[/color][/i][/h3][/center]

Well... this was an unexpected turn of events. Not Thorn's resistance, no that was fully expected. The ogryns intercession was far more surprising. Were it not for his pupil it is very likely the Ogyn wopuld have been able to trounce the Dark apothecary. As it were, his pupil was half way across the room, rather dazed, and his other student was held up by Thorn. The red armored marine thrashed and growled as his rage grew, Thorn had interrupted the marine whilst engrossed in a calming surgery, and the surgery in his skull was taking over again.

Azazel stared at the downed Ogryn, the rage in its eyes a clear indication of the anger of Khorne taking root... a possible ally... were it not for the ork of course. Another surprise... the Ork must have viewed Azazel as a boss... or some other primitive equivalent in orkish 'society' if it could even be called that. He'd have to insure the Ork remained on his side. He had already proven his loyalty twice now. Azazel began to laugh. He turned to Thorn, currently holding his other pupil.

"[i][color=ed1c24]Well Thorn, it seems your little gambit has failed. Once again you are alone, outnumbered and outgunned. Bravis will knock his way out of your grip soon enough. And then he is going to rip both of your arms off. I will do nothing to stop this. Now... if you'd do me the favor of surrendering and releasing Bravis of your own free will, I'll keep him from killing you by beating you to death with your own severed limbs. And... I'll keep you off my table unless you are truly in danger. Deal? Oh of course I'll have free reign to finish the delicate operation on your friend of course. Well? Life or death 'Thorn'?[/color][/i]"

He laughed and leveled his pistol at thorn as Bravis yanked and fought hard trying to escape.