[@NecroKnight]

[i]How easy would it be to just gouge out it's eyes with it's own bones,[/i] he mused. He had a sunken mindless expression about him as he half-listened, though it was mostly concealed by the mask. [color=Red]"I know what is to be done with Orks fool! Removing the bloody spores is not difficult, just siphon fuel from the damn flamers or trukks of theirs!"[/color] He did not know if such a thing was allowed or not, but after all it was usually formerly Imperial Promethium or the world's own fossil fuel. He didn't really bother with this until now, he wasn't a soldier, although he did not remember reading anything of that sort in all the Uplifting Primers he found on dead Guardsmen. 

When she referred to "Frateris bullcrap" however he saw red; more than he usually did. [color=Red]"Why you little-"[/color] he began, his hand darting for her throat. Then a thought struck him: [i]What if it has rabies?[/i] He quickly pulled the hand back making a disgusted retching noise. Snarling a little, he stared on. He should have put the mask on earlier, who knows what sorts of disease the damn things carry. Looking back, going fighting the beastman so bare was also not a good idea, they would only be worse. Perhaps the stand-off that occurred was a good thing. [color=Red] "A dime a dozen? Point me to them. I heard Cadians are supposed to be big, yet all I saw are like the runty shit that threatened me."[/color] 

He let out another brutish burst of laughter when told to lose the attitude, gripping his stomach for support. When the laughter finally died down he returned to his usual expression of anger and rage. [color=Red]"If I die, so be it. I'll make sure I'll take down the incompetent fool down with me."[/color] He would turn a little to show the charge on his back intended for a spectacular suicide that never came. When she spoke of xenos he grinned imperceptibly. [color=Red]"I'm sure they can skewer and eat you, even I would not be wholly against such a thing; if cooked properly anyways. Ogryns are stupid, they cannot aim, they just go forward. I'm clever enough to let all sorts of the wretches around be in front without getting caught. Usually anyway."[/color] 

When the topic of returning home and aiding his wounds came up, he groaned. [color=Red]"I'm forty-one. If today is my first day in the Guard, I am not going to live long enough to properly retire due to time spent serving, and that is assuming someone bigger and badder than me doesn't take my head first. When I get off this planet, I am only returning if the new damn regiment gets assigned to it.[/color] 

Finally, he let his last burst of laughter out. [color=Red]"The only thing I need is Frenzon! More and more of it, and whatever other fighting juice you can get."[/color] He would drop down his heavy stubber with a [i]clang.[/i] [color=Red]"You try and compensate for the recoil of that."[/color] He would finish, pointing to the thing, wondering if she could even lift it.