[Flirting] It's almost a disappointment, the way those shots land. One, two, three, aimed vaguely for center mass, detonating in a functional but uninspired line. All that's there is the same basic training any Marine goes through, enough to not embarrass oneself on the battleline but no more than that. 

Still, it's to be expected. You can feel from the way they move that they're used to using their right arm to carry a storm shield, making the pistol a true last resort. This is a close combat specialist through and through and there is no way in hell they could have made the shots that killed the Archmagos.

That's the last you're able to process before the shock wears off, Eunicornius rolls forwards, and delivers a rolling kick to your body that sends you crashing down two dozen stairs with a sound like an earthquake hitting a blacksmith's shop. 

[b]Ramonia![/b]

"I - cannot," said ZBD_ZEN. "The Dark Angels keep their own company. Eunicornus only arrived at my dojo some time after the alarms sounded. I can provide them no alibi."

[Bullshit Detector] One of the lovely things about Tech-Priests is that they all seem to think that voice modulators and masks is all that's required to cloak their intentions. But with this offered for free without any tech decorum or bid for even token payment, it's almost like actively throwing the Astartes under the bus. You smell [i]fear[/i].