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What was this, an interruption? Who dared interrupt this honourable excursion? "I apologise, friend. It appears someone did not overhear me before." John said to Khaz, with astoundingly no sarcasm in the ''friend'' part. The beastman was being brave, and went up to the challenge. Not bad. For an [i]abhuman,[/i] but still not bad. He quickly shook his head as the thought that he might be braver than most normal people entered his head. No, it's easy to be brave if you look like that! Still, his sympathy was mounting. 

He turned to the woman, a face of anger and disgust on him. He cracked his knuckles, and looked her up and down. "You're not a Commissar, which means you can't kill me. Not only that, but that is not your bolt pistol; something for which a Commissar can kill [i]you.[/i] You know, I swear I saw one just a few arshins away." He lowered his arms on either side of him, a perfectly impassive expression on him. "I'm going to rip those pretty cybernetics off of your face. That's not a kill, worry not. Just some fun horseplay between different authorities of the Imperium. Ha-ha." With that humorless laugh he would start walking towards her, cracking his knuckles as a cue for her to shut up and get to a safer distance to watch, one where she wouldn't try to play hero. John noted that at least some watchers shared his sentiments, thinking of her as a nuisance and means of stopping what would be an interesting fight. He of course kept Khaz in his peripheral vision, should he try to start white knighting. He also shot glares to the people who had failed their game of skull-ball and were coming to them. Should they try to stop him, they were in real trouble too. Whereas the likes of him or Khaz would be tough enough to take even the worst of beatings without even bothering to defend themselves, he reckoned he could rip apart the rest of them no problem, skill be damned, be they the cybernetically modified guardsmen, or the cat eared abhuman more akin to a xeno than a member of the apex species.  

As he walked a little evil laughter would start coming from him. He did not want to do it, but it would hide his hands shaking. [i]Damn heavy stubber recoil.[/i] He wondered if that sacrifice was enough to award him a spot closer to the God Emperor himself in paradise. He wasn't "muscular" as anyone could see, but he had great bulk, and the muscles he had were fine-tuned, so to speak. He flexed his arm, each one nearly as thick Angelika. He would at this point smile, letting his plasteel teeth shine for her. He wondered what thoughts were racing through her head right now, most likely something of fear. He quickly stopped that train of thought; arrogance was the bane of any man, and lead to heresy. [i]Schlop. Schlop.[/i] Each step through the mud and dirt got him closer. 

At that moment he wondered if he would actually do as he said. Would ripping out that horrid eye actually be survivable? If she did not back off, he sure as the throne would know! Besides, [i]she[/i] pulled the gun on him whilst he dropped his massive weapon. What was that but aggression? "Another dog-tag for my gloves, another flak kit for my plate, another helmet for a trophy!" He yelled, getting ever closer to the terminal point.