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*Behind the group gather above, one of the Marines, armor covered in blood, but un-damaged otherwise slowly moves upwards, drawing himself to full height, igniting a force blade as he stands, quietly whispering to himself*
In the name of Malal. I steal your last breath.
*He lunges forwards*

NOTE: COMBAT RULES IN FIRST POST.

*Solomon leans down, wiping his fingers on a stained piece of white cloth, black liquid seeks into it, slowly corroding.*
What in the warp?
*He follows the black slime, leading to a puddle in the floor, more slime drips down from above.*
*Solomon looks up*
*Impaled through his hands, a small daemon is pinned into the ceiling in an "x" pattern. It it has been skinned half way, leaving a clean line trough it's body.*
This is Gothicus's familiar... Why would he do that?
*Beneath his visor a look of realization dawns on Solomon's face, be begins to sprint back upstairs, as fast as his massive armor will allow.*