Andreyich

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Before the arrow even hit the Dwarf was reaching for his pickaxe out of instinct. As he turned and raised his shield he grabbed a throwing axe and let it loose, only catching it by the ring at the bottom of the handle at the lost moment when he saw the elf aiming for Darcyn. He groaned and then shouted "Yeah ya better run wazzock!" when the elf left. He would have to throttle that pointy ear later, but perhaps give word to the other Dwarfs that they had reason to throttle him too. More than usual for elves, that is.

As he was saying his words he combined that with a counter-charge upon Darcyn his pole axe held half-way to be shortened and to make grappling of his weapon easier, whereas his shield was held lower to knock the man down. Even if Darcyn was stronger, a Dwarf to the legs was almost guaranteed to make a man go on his arse. Besides, Darcyn would be distracted by the arrow, and Oid had to press his advantage. He did not see if it struck armour or if it went in but the shock was just perfect.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@agentmanatee
John groaned upon hearing his name called, and especially upon seeing the filth that responded to the other names called. Well, at least as part of the same squad he would have them all in his line of fire if he needed it. Yes, that was comforting to him. Putting his gas-mask back on and lifitng his heavy stubber over his shoulder with an Oof he walked over to his new officer.

When he finally arrived he muttered under his breath before presenting arms and giong for a perfect textbook salute, even clicking his heels together. "John Cecil Feeney, reporting for duty Sah! Err... ma'am. Orders?" he said, blushing behind his gasmask a little embarrassed about his initial enthusiasm and then the collapse that followed. He did not give his rank either as he was not sure how high or low he was in the Guard hierarchy, apart from "the nasty sod what with the big fucking gun."

He stood to attention perfectly, not taking a single breath (thus making his face redden a little). His eyes darted left and right to the rather informal and motley lot assembled. He felt a bit odd being the only one who saluted and stood to attention. He supposed that sub, or her abhumans were not expected to do such a thing them being Auxiliary and all. Still, it would be nice if they at least tried to get some formality.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Debating whether or not to throwing axe the pansy.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

A cool last-stand thingy with even more people dying forcing us to stick together especially when most comrades go ded sounds good by me.

But anything works. GM-Senpai always has last word.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Oid did not appreciate the laughter brought upon him. Perhaps Darcyn had not stolen his gold, but he was very mad, and in no mood for this. He lowered his shield and axe, growling a little. "Oi! Listen to me you orc 'n' elf half-breed, I'm going to strangle you with that dung-covered grass you call hair, I am going to rip off chunks of yer fat arse and stick them into those little self-caused marks your cowardly arse calls scars, I am going to grab that piece of rock hammered by a man more blind than you that ya ken to be a sword and stick it up your tiny womanhood just far enough to show everyone what a welp you are, and then stab you a new one with it!" Oid was sure that the fact that he just challenged Darcyn was now well known. With a laugh and a few bangs of his shield, he shouted "Weapons or nay, you little git?" he asked, wondering if the man would at least have some honour in his dealings.

He raised his pole-axe just above his shield, ready to go for the man's groin if he charged now. He was relatively safe from whatever Darcyn may want to throw at him or his comrades arrows with his great round shield and stones from slings would just bounce off of his leather gear. Still, caution hurt nobody, especially not Oid.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Alright I'm going to fight Darcyn. Baruk Khazad boys.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

I will post up soon.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

No, he barely drinks. He's a far-right self-righteous bugger, the only drugs he accepts are frenzon and other combat drugs. @mackielars

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@Dannyrulx

Laughing to himself over the concerns of friendly-fire the ex-Frateris he turned to his side no doubt giving a good shove to the girl who came to taunt him with her flamer, thinking he had accidentally pushed one of the men behind him. John then muttered an apology to him shifting a little to his right. However since he found nothing in his immediate field of view (worsened by his improperly worn gas-mask, half-awake state and concentration on displaying his new gun) he thus found nothing of interest, and turned back to the beastman with the display of his new weapon. The heavy weapons man just wanted him to know he would have much more trouble taking this one, and to get a look at it's pristine state making it much more dangerous.

He ripped off his gas-mask when he saw the fools who were taking non-combat oriented drugs. He growled at the sight of these vile self-indulgent wretches. People dared criticise him for his blood-lust, when they fell into the traps of the dark master of excess? Truly, Guardsmen were men women and abhumans of great hypocrisy. He would absent-mindedly growl, his focus now dropped off of his childish display and on this source of disgust. He breathed in and out, arms rising up and down, his mask dangling beside his left knee.

Slowly the red began to drain from his face, as he looked on the bright-side. He was not in the Militia anymore, and while the mob-rule (and the mob he liked) was gone, his newfound position as a heavy weapons specialist would mean that he would be behind the other bastards, that they would be sent for the bayonet charges and he would be in relative security, having no bayonet and thus providing cover with his big gun. His mixed feelings left a lot to think about, so he simply stood to attention putting his mask back on, still unaware of the pyrotechnics expert.

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@Dannyrulx
For later, just so ya know: John probably had less than five boners in his life, most "dirty" jokes, euphemisms etc. would go straight over his head.
Going to keep him oblivious for now.