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John had barely heard the snap of the las pistol and merely pointed a middle finger in the direction of the sound, and kept on stomping towards the Guardsmen. Only when adressed did he lazily turn to look. "[i]Ugh[/i]" he thought. He would walk over to the commander, with the demolition charge in tow. He would shoot a glare to the Cadian he was previously marching on, and shout "You're lucky I won't tell them about your little [i]acquisition,[/i] bitch." He had read nearly every piece of official literature, as well as recovered uplifting primers and such. She was [i]not[/i] supposed to have a bolt-pistol, and snitching was oh, so attractive at this moment. He would finish his walk to Johanna, and look down on her, both physically and metaphorically, breathing in her face as he did so. "Arrogance, is [i]not[/i] a virtue. I came to test my strength, to go against a challenge and have a record smitten by the other opponent. Maybe if you and the others were not so deaf, you would know the nature of the fight to come. [i]Oh yes. Flog me, baby.[/i]" he would finish, sarcastically. 

When the Kata came he listened curiously, shrugging when she finished. He pretended he didn't give a crap, but he was excited, excited as ever. He did not have anything to live for back here. He was no longer a paper pusher, he was the man who had shaky hands because he shot too many bullets. This was what he [i]should[/i] have been doing his whole life. The other bastards here, the ones  moaning about their service and hardships, they were too pathetic to realize what an opportunity they were given. Nearly all of these Guardsmen were shameful displays of humanity, they were of inferior stock. Yet he and his Frateris Militia Brothers now had another war, another place to fight! They could continue exterminating the enemies of man! 

He did not notice the Commissar who strolled over to him either, until he placed a hand on him; instincts made his own thick hand shoot out to grab it. He would keep strong grip on it and slowly lower it. Then lean over to whisper to the man. "This was an honourable challenge, which was taken up. Admittedly my means to initiate were not good, but the ends justify the means. Next, do not call me son, '[i]sir.[/i]'" he said, trying to stop a laugh.  "I have nothing left to give to the Imperium but my life, so as you put it, I will use it to do the right thing. If removing corruption is the right thing, so be it. Finally, do not associate me with these wretches, I am not one of your own. If you do not know what transpired, which you do not, your judgement is flawed." He would turn wholly to him now an offended stare and somewhat angry look on his face. He did [i]not[/i] like being touched.