[@NecroKnight]

He kept up the stare, hands at either side of him, the same pattern of heavy breathing. [i]Rip and tear, when they're just standing there like that you simply want to rip and tear. It would be so simple to just walk over, take their arms off and remove the rest with them.[/i] He shook his head to get out of his little trance. He grunted a little as he looked at her again, the same face of disgust and disdain for the abhuman before him. "Yeah, well he would have bloody well been better off if he drowned it before it gave birth!" He roared, his plasteel teeth grating on each other and even bending a little with all the force upon them. "Oh, and of course you don't snitch, if you would then they would investigate the throne-forsaken things you do too!" 

He then stopped, and grinned maniacally. He lowered his mask and lifted his heavy stubber and let the barrels spin, sending a short burst of it's massive bullets into the sky one of the red hot casings falling on his naked neck; he did not mind the slight sizzle it made on his skin. He kept looking at her through the visor as he made his point. "Woops, [i]missed.[/i] You're right I do need to work on my accuracy." There was enough shooting from the celebrations in the Frateris and other camps to make the sound dismissible, though he took a quick glance to see if there was anyone around to witness the muzzle flashes. He was a Guardsman now, after all. When she brought up the skull, he got really mad. “You bloody well got the attention of a ponce over an [i]Ork’s skull?[/i] Just how daft are you! There’s Orks heads all over, you just rip it off of the damn things!” 

When she tried to pull rank on him he started with a little chuckle, and then let it erupt into a full laugh. “You what?” he managed in between bursts of laughter. He would walk over to her and give a light pat on the shoulder. “Just for that I’ll forget it all….” He tried – ineffectually – to maintain an impassive face and then once again returned to the laughter, almost falling over with an “oh shit” in between giggles. Even behind a respirators kit and thick chunks of ceramite and plasteel he managed to laugh like a horse. hyena, albeit one with a very deep voice.