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**Co'tor Shas**

*a small drone floats over and a holographic display pops up*

*starts fiddling with display while watching fight*

**2BlackJack1**

*lights a cigar and puts on a newsboy cap*

Alright folks, place your bets here. Taking all common currencies, place your bets while the fight is still hot.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Palms knife away, and feints an attack towards WK's side again, before attempting to shoulder check her and tackle to the floor] I'm getting too old for dancing.

**War Kitten**

*nimbly spins around BC before kicking him in the butt, knocking him to the floor*
*darts backwards before BC can retaliate*
What's that human saying? It takes two to tango?

**ZergSmasher**

*To WK*

"FINISH HIM!!!"

*Looks around somewhat sheepishly*

"I heard that someplace..."

**Buttery Commissar**

[Rolls and manages to regain footing after a moment] Tango is for romantic idiots. [Drops knife back out of sleeve and holds it correctly]

**War Kitten**

That's a shame really. You're kind of cute. My sister would like you.
*winks knowingly at BC*

**Verviedi**

*Hears "romantic idiot"*
*Raises hand and then lowers it quickly*
I feel like I should intervene.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Mixture of horrified and extremely furious] Send for her, I'll happily do the world a favour and exterminate the pair of you. [Eye crackles with badly controlled energy]
Feth- [Looks away and aims it at the wall, moments before discharge] -I know I said no projectiles, but I honestly can't help that, it's linked to my mind.

[Looks back and squares up again] [Slashes at shin-height and lunges as WK is forced back]

**War Kitten**

*sidesteps BC's lunge and trips him*
*darts away before he can retaliate*
Now now Mon'keigh, is that really how they taught you to fight with a blade? Like a drunken monkey?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Grits teeth] I don't usually have to fight things that run away. ...That and you did spend all night slamming my face into a wall.

[Sweeps again, and attempts to sidestep, before dropping knife and grabbing WK by one ankle on the way past] Hold fething still- [Kicked in face repeatedly] -you- [Stream of expletives]

**War Kitten**

*kicks BC in the face repeatedly until he releases my ankle*
Now, now. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
*sighs*
Mon'keigh.
*dodges leg sweep*

**Buttery Commissar**

If your sister is anything to judge by, I'd be more concerned about your mother's mouth. [Snorts] I'm sure there are plenty guardsmen that could fill you in on both.
[Collects knife and circles]

Ooc: We have the issue of the most stubborn commissar in 40k vs the most stubborn Eldar in 40k, for god's sake, somebody intervene in a meaningful way.

**War Kitten**

*looks contemplative*
*leans against a pillar and watches BC circle the center of the Room*

OOC: I'm heading off to bed soon, it's a bit late over here in the states right now. We'll finish this sometime tomorrow.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sighs and stops circling] I may be concussed, but I'm not blind.
Well, not entirely. [Closes with WK again]

Ooc:

I'm only up so that I can varnish models. Gnight!
Btw Yarrick isn't a permanent addition to my avatar roster, so I'm not precious about him being hurt.
Though to be fair to the character, this is a man that fought so hard that an Ork Warboss let him leave alive (and widely celebrated by Orks) after being defeated, after he climbed one armed out of the bowels of a space ship using squig quills that he hammered into the wall by hand, and is entirely capable of ignoring having his own arm torn off.

**Verviedi**

...I'm going to intervene now. This is getting ridiculous.
*Thought: And it may earn me some brownie points*
*Pulls out shiny white pistol with a red barrel, and unloads a rapid-fire stream of light blue bolts into Yarrick*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Falls to knees] What the hell... Happened... To fighting honourably... [Half collapses but refuses to go down fully]

Ooc: I'm curious V, is that a design from a book, or just an idea you had? It's oddly familiar.

**2BlackJack1**

Night, commisar.

*hits BC in the head with a club*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sees Blackjack approaching] Not you as well. For f~*

**Verviedi**

OOC: For the pistol? It's from a very fun, recently released video game. Can't say why, it would

Spoiler:

**2BlackJack1**

*hits BC again for good measure*

I can't trust this gue'la. Not even to have consciousness.

OOC: What game, if you don't mind me asking. I'll admit, my interest is piqued. Nevermind, I just saw the picture, and recognized it.

**jhe90**

*Marla gets up*

Done, they will live. Fething idiot.* Puts original bc in Yellow tank to rest, takes Maria back to hers*

Don....e *stops glowing gold and llooks tired*
Well that was exhausting. *goes to get caffine and waves to wk and assembled group*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Hit again] [Bale eye light goes out] [Old cold entirely]

Ooc: Ahh, I wasn't thinking of that, but that is cool looking indeed. Haven't played that game, I've nothing that would run it.

**2BlackJack1**

*nods in satisfaction*

Sleep tight, gue'la.

**jhe90**

*nods to kroot*

Good hit, though if you want to fillet and cook him. Il "forget" I ever saw it.

Oh sorry, used some of your need kit suplies up fixing BC and maria, I have replacements on order off I bay.

**2BlackJack1**

Him? I think I will pass. He'd be far too bitter to taste good with anything I could mix him with. Thanks for the offer though.

**jhe90**

*knock on door, signs for package*

There you go, replacement medical suplies, fast warp courier from local seller. Same brands and no substituted items.

*hands b2j a metal box*

*goes for nap on sofa*

**War Kitten**

It's a shame too, he's kind of cute.
*devious look on face*
*gets on the phone*
Oh Macha.... I may have found someone for you.
*listens*
You may have to tie him down first and take out the bale eye, but other then that you should be good.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Bale eye slowly blinks back on again] [Stirs] ... [Sits up] So it seems, honour is dead. But then what would I expect Xenos to know about honour? [Holds head]

**Co'tor Shas**

Oh, for... *several drones float over and pick yarrik up with grav-beam projectors*

You are a cruel, cruel person if you want to unleash that thing on him.

*nods at drones*

Medical floor. Fix him up.