Candy Cane Elf
AdvancedJ3llyIt did not seem that Ayuri was all that impressed - although he would not say why, and was likely to silence any that would have sought an answer from him - the dark and deepset eyes of the Raven Knight watching the pair and judging them even as the Chaplains wound began to clot and heal, the weapons placed back in the place that they were taken from, and Brothers Tyros and Kelmorian once more took their place in the line of four.
"Adequate," he grunted, "if you wish to be as the rest of them here."
He took to walking before the group, his bared head turning to look at each of them, his flesh almost see-through in the bright light.
"You are Primaris, do you know what that means? It means that they see us as something other. Possibly even as replacements, as potential enemies, who can say. It also means that you are required to go above and beyond, to do more and to show that you are more...and you are; we have the Belisarian furnaces within us brothers, we have been forged by the Arch Magos to assist our brothers and to defend our sundered Imperium from all enemies, most especially the insidious xenos."
Yijun wondered if their squad leader usually spoke this much, or whether they had forced him to do so by their actions. It mattered little, he listened and acknowledged the words spoken in his firm but soft voice, their differences obvious to all-and-sundry.
"Mah...Randuin."
The Mantis Warrior - now a member of the Long Vigil, with all the thoughts and feelings that it entailed - stepped from the group and swung his limbs to warm them up somewhat. Ignoring his opponent for the most part, he then made his way to the weapons hanging on the walls and plucked a simple combat-knife into one hand, testing the balance and finding it much as their leader had said: adequate.
"Brother," was all he said as he returned to stand facing Randuin, both arms held close to his half-crouched body and the knife - which would have looked more like a sword to any mortal - held in the rear hand with his other slightly further forward.
"Adequate," he grunted, "if you wish to be as the rest of them here."
He took to walking before the group, his bared head turning to look at each of them, his flesh almost see-through in the bright light.
"You are Primaris, do you know what that means? It means that they see us as something other. Possibly even as replacements, as potential enemies, who can say. It also means that you are required to go above and beyond, to do more and to show that you are more...and you are; we have the Belisarian furnaces within us brothers, we have been forged by the Arch Magos to assist our brothers and to defend our sundered Imperium from all enemies, most especially the insidious xenos."
Yijun wondered if their squad leader usually spoke this much, or whether they had forced him to do so by their actions. It mattered little, he listened and acknowledged the words spoken in his firm but soft voice, their differences obvious to all-and-sundry.
"Mah...Randuin."
The Mantis Warrior - now a member of the Long Vigil, with all the thoughts and feelings that it entailed - stepped from the group and swung his limbs to warm them up somewhat. Ignoring his opponent for the most part, he then made his way to the weapons hanging on the walls and plucked a simple combat-knife into one hand, testing the balance and finding it much as their leader had said: adequate.
"Brother," was all he said as he returned to stand facing Randuin, both arms held close to his half-crouched body and the knife - which would have looked more like a sword to any mortal - held in the rear hand with his other slightly further forward.