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*the guardsman watches the spear get twirled with a slightly awestruck look*
*decides to try and cover it up*
*coughs awkwardly*
Now you sound like my old commissar... he always was acting like he was too old to be watching over all of us guardsmen, even when some of us were older than him...
*awkwardly begins changing the bandages on her arm with one hand*

*Athan chuckles

“Forgive me. I don’t mean to lecture you. When you’ve seen the things I’ve seen, you’ll speak with the same voice.”

*Athan rummages through a refuse pile in the corner.

“Now to find something to support the blade...”

*the guardsman rummages around in her pack with her good hand for a few seconds before handing Athan the strap to a lasgun*
Try this, it would be too small for your shoulder, but it just might be good enough to support the blade...

*Sister returns dragging a cart with a few battered bits and miscellaneous salvaged from a ruined camp including some metal mugs and bits, a old gas lamp and a rather battered box of singing haddock mounts*
*also on the pile is a large deer that apeers to have been hunting with a powersword and abit damaged*

*greets making sign of aqulla *

Salavage trip not the best. This planets pretty barrennloot wise. Good news... Found a coffee pot!

Bad news....
Somthing was tracking me... There's somthing out there...

We are not alone.

*out in the woods a pair of yellow eyes flash in the undergrowth and talk off, it's gait silent and melting back into the woods*

*the Guardsman frowns and looks out at the woods with a concerned expression*
Don't know of how much help I'll be. I only have this pistol on me currently, I'm more used to being behind the controls of a Shadowsword.
*sighs heavily*

*Sister pats hip with pistol and sword locked to armour *

Bolt pistol... Tad better but useless vs a heavy opponent.

If you got any recaf we have a pot...
And firewood. Might as well die happy..

*shrugs and gets a small fore going with collected fire wood*
*respectfully holds a chain attracted to armour with a inquisition symbol and 7 fleur-de-lis badgesand makes a short prayer waiting for fire to heat up*

"Bah allow me to speed up Your fire making Carrion Bride"
* A baleful gout of yellow tinted flames rolls forwards from the wings of the daemon and engulfs the kindeling

*looks up and puts recaf on in a battered metal pot spavaged*

Bit behind the times tweety pie, we not been brides for 8000 years.

Might wanna check your history.

*meanwhile the pair of eyes returns and silently stalks the camp rustling a few leaves hidden in the woods *

*Athan graciously accepts the leather strap and sets aside a few lengths of wood and steel that could be fashioned into a spear.

“Thank you. I think I’ve also fixed the jam in my bolter if our friend from the woods decides to show itself...”

*Athan warily eyes the tree line beyond the room.

*the guardsman tests her injured arm and then begins unwinding the makeshift sling*
Should hold now.. just needed to get it rested over night.
*sighs and examines the forest yet again*
*quietly whispers a prayer for the souls of her fallen comrades*

" Really now? Are you not refered to as brides of the Emperor by the common folk of Your dying realm?"
" That arm looks like it needs a spot of tending to, care for a spot of help? "

*the guardswoman examines the bird with a incredulous look*
It's not that bad. I'll be fine, I can handle it myself

"If you say so mortal, but do let me know if it turns bad. I would hate for you to turn into a minature Version of grandfather Nurgle due to a minor arm injury"

*Sister looks up and sighs*

Fine.. The uneducated masses may call us brides of the emperor...

They also belive alot of things like the imperial guard flak armour is well made.

*sister sits on guardsmen injured side*
Let me look..they value our lives more and give us better training..

Trust tweety you may have a extra appendage.

*meanwhile several other beasts are lurking behind the first have arrived and a pack of monsters are stalking the room clearing cycling closer by the post

A faint scent is on the wind and sound of rustling leaves*

*the guardsman winces in pain and shifts over so the sister can examine the injured arm*
*the arm itself is burned rather severely in a number of places, as well as having a few different puncture wounds that appear to be from flying bits of wood*
I hope that extra training is worth it...

*Sister glances to the woods, looking more concerned before turning to wound and examining it it gently and poking thr tiniest bit to see how skin blood flow is*

Hmm.... Hold still.

*removes a few remaining splinters and farments of metaland em wraps the bangages neatly back round after cleaning with some boiled water*

*overly concentrating, if thr guardswoman looked. Her eyes are almost pure gold*

Keep it clean... It will hurt but heal... It will scar, but you'll live.

Anyway...
*removed her gauntlet revealing a metal hand clinking like metalic bones*

At least you kept your arm.

See tweaty... Us mortals can do things just like warp beasts...

*several sets of eyes of stare at the group from the forrest, dark against the foliage, waiting for somthing to happen, each one still as a statue and silent. *

*the guardsman laughs quietly*
What's one more scar? Emperor knows I got plenty of them.
*face bears a number of faint scars that look to be from shrapnel or perhaps from blades, as well as a small burn scar near her temple*

*Athan warily sizes up the beasts

“I say we start shooting. I can bring down at least three before things devolve into close-quarters work...”

"Oh yes, that looks like a superbly done surgery and not likely to cause septisimea or gangreen(Spelling????) And well, you mortals may howl and bay while you spew rounds into the nearby terrain. I shall observe it from the shadows of the empyrian"

*the Guardsman gives the bird a sideways glance*
She did just fine. The burns are treated, and the cuts were disinfected and bandaged. Nothing to complain about too much
*gives the beasts outside a glance and wishes again for her tank back*

*Athan growls at the daemon

“Do you mind? Or shall we fire on you as well, warpspawn? Your like have caused enough destruction to my brothers and I, and I’m curious as to what you’re doing here.”

*The soldier exhales and calms himself

“I care little for cries of heresy or loyalty to the Imperium, but if you set one foot out of line or corrupt one more gene-seed, the ‘carrion’ god will have one fewer opponent in this realm.”

*the Guardsman senses the tension and quietly edges away from the very angry Athan*
I think we have bigger issues here currently. Namely all of the beasts that are running around outside. I don't know about either of you, but I doubt my dinky little pistol is going to do all that much...

*Athan shakes himself from his frustration but remains wary of the bird

“Forgive me. You are correct. If I begin shooting now they may flee, but if they are provoked instead things may get ugly. What is to be our course of action?”.

*the Guardsman looks uncertain*
I don't know. Between all of us either you or the Sister have the strongest weapons. I don't know what that "bird" can do, but in any case I'd rather put my faith in honest steel.
*sighs and wishes for a vortex grenade while she's at it*
We should probably stay within the confines of this "Room", at least here it's harder for them to flank us

*Athan nods.

“I agree. I’ll cover the door, and the next thing that comes through it will be riddled with bolter rounds.”

"No one will feast on your soul or mortal form human, and do try lapdog! The empyrian always welcomes new damned souls"
The daemon conjures a globe of pale light and tilts its beaked head while gazing into the darkness beyond the light of the camp.
" I would advise you all to burn every blood stained rags or bandages, the stench will draw further company to us if it is allowed to scent the air."

*Athan warily agrees

“I can’t even tell what’s stalking us, but it’s predatory to be sure.”

Ooc sorry been busy. Now I'm back.

Bic

*Sister nods and backs up triple checking pistol aimed at the door, one hand on sword hilt..*

Aye... Well dinky or not... It's one more pistol.
I hate to say it.... By it tweaty is right... Blood attracts many beasts.

Just trust the emparor... Guardswoman, oh... My names sister Marla by the way... Might as well say given we may die.

*pats shoulder in a attempt to be comforting with metalic hand keeping aim on door, a string of fleur-de-lis on a scallops chain*

*Quietly*
This is for you sisters. Maybe il see you sooner than later. There back.

*outside the situation has escalated and a group of large lupine beasts. Each one with eyes that barely seem on reflect light, coats that shimmer like they are not quite in existence. *

*a low howl echos into everyones minds as the wolves head forward slowly, determinedly. *

*the guardsman looks at the bloody bandages from her injured arm and hurriedly pulls a lighter from her pocket and burns them*
One damn thing or another it seems....
*pauses and then shoots a quick nod at Marla*
Sergeant DeQuest of the Athonian 1st, and probably only, Super Heavy Regiment

*Marla raises pistol and keeps aimed at door grimly determined*

Don, t worry... Space marines always save the day and steal the glory.. Oh.. And to answer the myth... It's armour below armour...

There back....
Not again... Have you not had ernough!
*Grips the chain tightly with 9 sisters insignia*

*Lupines are super slow and dramatic approaching like a cheap horror film for sheer drama! *
*evil is fancy... And egotistoxal*