[b]”Yes..”[/b] [i]The Khornate seemed to hiss the word out of his mouth. Despite the massive hammer, he showed equal amounts of fear to her as her to him. He couldn’t feel fear, as it was part of his indoctrination to be purged of such mortal foibles. Yet, he respected Samantha. Not in the way a gentleman may respect a woman, but how warriors held an unspoken bond in combat: whether if one is to fall fairly and squarely, they shall receive a quick death. The Khornate’s diamond-teethed weapons began to hum and shudder, as the internal mechanisms were roused of their slumber. Kegorak has missed fighting; well, not really. He had missed a fair fight, as most of his previous engagements were with wild beasts or lawless bandits. Hopefully, this woman would give him the closure he deserves and the right to spill more blood for his fell-handed god. In truth, he cared nothing of the Church. In fact, the only interactions he’s had with them was burning them to the ground in claims of ‘heresy’. Now that he has defected from the Imperium... he had a much different mindset. The only churches of Khorne were bloody battlefields, and the only rituals needed was the act of killing, maiming, and burning. Violence begets violence. Blood begets blood. Peace begets war. War was the natural order of things, from two birds killing one another over scraps, to an atom splitting through opposing gravitational pulls. Conflict and war was the blood that ran through the universe’s veins. But that was enough contemplating the philosophy of a psychopath... Kegorak’s weapons were now roaring beasts of belligerence, their mechanical cries reverberating throughout the church. The teeth were spinning rapidly now, so fast that they seemed to be red blurs edging the weapons. Kegorak’s Power Fist crackled with energy. All weapons accounted for. [b]”Blood for the Blood God...”[/b] In two strides he was upon her, raising his axe to horizontally cut into her stomach from his left side.[/i] [b]”SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!”[/b]