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*Kroot fetches a sword and hands it to him*

My thanks, kinsman. Now, how does one begin?

*begins teaching 2bj1 the blade techniques*
And if you do THIS *knocks his blade out of his hand* you can disarm your opponent. It also helps if you're strong enough like Marines are to break our opponent's wrists if need be to make them drop their weapons.

*retrieves the sword*

Fortunately for a Kroot, we don't need a weapon in our hands to be deadly. Of course, a broken wrist would be a great hindrance to a fight.

OOC: I couldn't find a winter or santa hat that fit, so this happened. I'm very proud of my creation.

OOC: Brilliant. Just brilliant.

OOC: Came out great Co'tor. Nice. Always knew that Cyborg had to be Russian

BIC:
Now, the rest of you try it out
*gestures to all the Kroot, who suddenly look nervous*
The first one to beat me gets to sample the Eldar meat that I brought with me.
*they all suddenly look excited*
Alright. Who's first?

*steps away from WK and the Kroot*

You're going to be here for awhile. Eldar meat is a delicacy, seeing as how hard it is to get it.

You can try too you know?
Show them how it's done.

*smiles*

That's not a bad idea. After all, I can't expect my kin to do any task that I wouldn't.

*steps back towards WK and goes into a defensive stance*

Now, will we go to first blood, or will a simple notch on the chest to show a killing blow work?

First Blood will do.
*settles into stance*
Shall we?
*launches a flurry of blows at 2BJ1*

Duels... Too bad we aren't going to Terminus Sanguinus

Edit: Is that a budget Xmas Avatar, BJ?

*narrowly avoids the blows by jumping to the side and swings at WK's waist*

*blocks the blow*
Come on Shaper, I thought your kind was better at combat than this!
*swings back at 2BJ1's arm*


OOC: We would do that TS, but I'd rather not have this character die just after I introduced him.

*parries the blow and leaps at WK, swinging overhead*

And I thought you astartes were blessed with blinding speed movements. I see none here.

OOC: Well, I don't have any real software editing without my computer, or I would've photoshopped a Santa hat onto a kroot. So I just did a quick sketch of a kroot. I think it came out nicely, better than some of the other kroot I've tried to draw.

*pivots around the blow and swings at 2BJ1's back*
I'm holding back, don't want to embarrass you too much now do I?

*spins around and blocks the blow*

If I really tried, you'd not only watch out for my blade, but my beak as well. It's peculiar how many foes I've faced who have forgotten that point.

*kicks at WK while still locking blades*

*blocks it*
*launches another flurry of blows at 2BJ1*
Funny how most of those foes probably were not Space Marines. Sharp your beak may be, but it cannot get through power armor.

*blocks and weaves around each swing and swings the pommel of the sword at WK's head in return*

Every piece of armor has its chink. Given enough time, an exploit can be found.

OOC: I'm heading off to bed. We'll resume this later

*sits watching kroot and ultramarine train then wanders over to kitchen to make tea*

*call on vox*
The plans for the tea maker are ready, 37,500 tons estimated weight, need a good power supply though.

Thanks magos, don,t forget the plasma cannon..

*happily drinks tea*

[Lies face down and snores into cushions]

*Places a small half litre mug of tea on cofee table and a biscuit*

*goes wandering to see other linked rooms with 2 litre mug*

*Begins the procedure*
I really don't understand how I thought making copies of myself was a good idea.

[Eats biscuit without rolling over] [Sounds of namf namf namf from level with cushions]

[Gives thumbs up]

...

[Wakes up]

...

V-verviedi is doing the personal space thing again, isn't he? [Legs twitches]

Nope, I can do it from across the room using Technopathy now. It makes things a lot easier, as I don't need scalpels.
*The device phases out of BC's skull*
Oh, that's interesting! It's fit with dampeners like those on a Servitor!

[Remains face down in cushions] Knowing you can dissemble people from a distance isn't very reassuring...
What would it have been damping?

[Untenses and appears to doze off again]

I honestly do not know. One looks like a memory suppressor, possibly installed while you were captured by the Inquisition? They may have been added onto something I installed, but they weren't mine.
*Examines the device*
One memory suppressor, two mental process dampeners, and a external energy cell.
*Flips it over*
And a shaped Krak charge that would have been aimed at your brain stem.

I think you should put those inhibitors back in.
I strongly advise you return the memory block if nothing else. It's for the b-

[Stirs] Rrrrf. What've I said about talking aloud when I'm sleeping?
[Pulls more cushions over head]

Fm mph ffpphh? Mmrrnnff iff frmmph nfff. [Muffled sigh]

*wakes up*
I need to stop falling asleep standing up...
*stretches and several reinforced bones crack extremely loudly*

*muffled voice by distance.*

There's Tea in the kitchen. Still hot.