Suddenly, a figure soared through the air from the camp, landing close to but not too close from the Black Templar. The figure's armour, or at least the parts of it that were armour, were clad in a slightly dirty and creaked white. The other parts of its body were... well, they were skin. Dragon skin, it seemed. It's scales were a deep shade of green, like it's wings. In one hand, the being wielded a chaos maul that glowed with powerful energy, while in the other hand, the figure wielded a melta gun. [i]"You there. The space marine. Before you lash out in a fit of zeal, I am not your enemy."[/i]