"Ah, something more physical, eh ? I get what you mean, those beasts can get capricious."

His figure was one most unusual amidst the rest of the crew he had garnered. Blessed by Nurgle as he was, resiliency was one of his very strong suits. The daemonic, especially, did have tendency to be a bit, to say the least, lashing.

"If you'll need me, so be it. Lead the way, I'll make sure to take care of these."

If the regular crew cannot take care of such hungry things, then he'll do it personally. Readying the mag-boots of his armor, Hagar makes certain of their good functioning one last time. Certain of it now, he is ready to depart.