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He growled as she came near, looking on through the corpses. He thought he found one that was suitable, and went to pull at the helmted; only to pull out the whole head an spinal column along with it and the damaged thing cracking in his hands. He kicked the corpse to see that the poor sod was split open with a choppa that had a blade as big as him. 

He turned to the felinid, and scratched his head despite it not being itchy. After a few moments, he said [color=Red]"[i]Grumble grumble,[/i] yes, [i]grumble grumble.[/i]"[/color]

He awaited whatever instructions she was about to give up, since the only thing that fit him he found was a pair of boots of the "one size fits nobody" style that the Munitorum liked to make them in. [color=Red]"[i]Grumble grumble,[/i] 'n' if I said anything wot wasn't good then I suppose [i]mumble mutter[/i]."[/color]