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Brother Fellwalker was quite envious of the Son of Russ, Moros. He wished, and if the company were not what it was he would have demanded, to be the scout of the group – though even he, as much a butcher as they come, could see sense in sending the Wolf Brother off on his hunt. Kaerell knew himself well enough to know that he'd sooner run off into the hordes swinging with perverse glee than do any sort of stealth and or subterfuge of note. It physically pained him to see the battles go on about them and yet not to be included in them, to see the epic piece battles against the most loathed of foes, to slay them and ensure their obliteration...Such would be as sweet a music to Kaerell as even the most verdant of pleasure worlds thrice over.

With reserved movements he followed the footsteps of the Iron-Hands Librarian, he'd grown to be fond of the man, if for no other reason than he seemed to go against the normal trend of Psykers having exploding heads and generally being warp-crazed sorcerers as opposed to the vaunted warriors that the Emperor wanted them to be. Kaerell had a, perhaps creepy, smile on his face as he followed the footsteps of the Psyker, he was as protective as he was willing to spill blood. A most dangerous concoction.

At the summit of the chasm, he stopped to bear witness to the spectacle of the Tau base. Finally, after the travels and the slaying, there was the sight of their true target. The Tau Shas'O commander, fearsome foe and pathetic Xenos alike. However, even he was not stupid enough to charge off a chasm into his doom, “I agree with the Apothecary, we should skirt around, all the better to take the foe by surprise.” His voice clearly bore some manner of excitement as his normally booming voice became almost sibilant, a sure sign – for whatever reason – that Brother Fellwalker was indeed most pleased about the situation...

He gave only passive notification of the Wolf-Scout however, his mind too busy with the prospect of slaying the Tau once and for all.

Valiant Heroes, Vile Heresies [Warhammer 40,000 Death Watch]

Oh. Well then... I guess.

Valiant Heroes, Vile Heresies [Warhammer 40,000 Death Watch]

Brother Fellwalker was practically vibrating with barely contained excitement and zeal at the prospect of doing battle with the traitor Astartes, an elusive foe that Fellwalker had yet to add to his list of kill honours – to slay them would be akin to the highest award.

Clutching his sword in an armoured fist, he moved forwards with all the grace of a half-drunken butcher, but there were deliberations in his movements, as each move was carefully calculated despite the lack of grace or poise. Turning back to his battle brothers, he watched as they argued tactics and formations. Little of that mattered to Kaerell however, he just wanted to feel hot xenos' blood upon his bare skin once more. That was all he sought from life at this point.

Swinging his, inactivated, sword around in murderous arcs about himself – he was far enough away from the kill team to where the monstrous weapon could deal them no harm, While he appeared to simply be stretching and moving the musculature of his arms and torso, he was mentally bringing steely death to those enemies of the Emperor that sought to fight against them on this world and on any other.

“The enemy will not abide by any sort of tactics akin to our own brothers! Surely we should just focus on pure extermination of their miserable lot?!” His voice, while exceedingly loud, was in a jovial perhaps light-hearted tone. Though since his helmet was on, no one got to see the murderous smile he was giving.

Upon hearing where he was to be stood in this so-called formation, Kaerell marched with some slight negativity to where he was to be placed. It was grudgingly at best, as years of chapter tactics clashed against one another, the conservative nature of the Iron Hands versus the blood thirsting assaults of the Space Sharks. “It is with honour and duty that I serve.” He kept repeating to himself at a sibilant whisper. “Brothers! We shall move with haste, yes?!” This last part was, not nearly as quiet, however...

Valiant Heroes, Vile Heresies [Warhammer 40,000 Death Watch]

Oops.. I messed up...

Grim Darkness, Only War, You Know The Drill.

Hadariel, had in the confusion of the battle with the green skins, managed to join the squad just in time to assist them with the menace of the foe. Though he hadn't exactly fired any shots, yet, he saw fit to join them – wasn't like his own squad was doing much since the commissar had the amazing idea of charging a small band of Ork Nobs. Hadariel had otherwise simply tagged along to the best of his abilities, though being something almost resembling a tiny Ogryn didn't exactly make things easy when going through cramped trench networks that led up the local officer's command bunker. “Always getting the best, ain't they...” He muttered to himself, lambasting the normal officer routine of having everything being nice and cushy for themselves.

He soon held his tongue, however, as he entered the bunker alongside his new-found squad he made a mental note to not tell any over-zealous officers that he had more or less left his old squad. Not like the higher ups should care anyway, right? Swaggering into the bunker, Hadariel gave a swift salute to the commander before setting himself to be at ease. No doubt formality had gone out the window.

“As you wish, it shall be done, sir!” Hadariel spoke when the commander was done giving orders. He hadn't actually listened to what was said, just that guardsman know-how knew that asking for orders a second time didn't normally go down well. Hadariel went to follow the tunnel system that the commander had spoken about, though, anything Mechanicus surely meant that the squad was considered at least somewhat important.... though just as he went to start walking he heard the mechanical voice of a tech-priest.

“Uh, ain't me mate. Try that commissar o'er there.” He pointed out the commissar before making it clear that he wasn't too keen on the newfound techie.

Valiant Heroes, Vile Heresies [Warhammer 40,000 Death Watch]

Brother Kaerell was far too occupied with ensuring that all the Xenos were sufficiently slain (which in his mind meant that none of them had heads remaining) when the vox communications from both ally and enemy came streaming in.

Removing his black Mark Six helmet for a brief period of time, he more or less allowed his facial expressions to speak for himself during the Chaos Lord's speech... There were not many emotions, just varying states of murderous rage. However, he maintained his composure rather well, if anything he seemed almost pleased to hear that yet more foes of the Imperium were baying to have their blood spilled.

Finishing his grisly work of removing the heads from the aliens, he threw the remains into a ditch which was a short walk away, given the power-armoured strength of an Astartes he managed to drag all the bodies in a single trip. He returned chuckling to himself, a stark contrast to a previously dark and brooding exterior. With an oddly, happy tone, he spoke.

“Come now, brothers, unwillingness to fight in the Emperor's name is the first step on the path to damnation, no matter what misconceived logic is placed behind it. We have a duty to do and we shall do it, no matter what this damnable world wishes to throw at us. We are Space Marines, the sword of the Emperor, think of this execution as if the very fate of the system was placed upon our shoulders. That should be ample inspiration enough to make you want to fight....” His voice becomes rather venomous towards the end as his gene-seed mutations become readily apparent once more as his voice slipped into a horrific, yet darkly inspiring, booming sound that seemed to fill the very forest with his words.

Grabbing his chain sword, which had until now been hanging from the chest of the Kroot chieftain, Fellwalker gave the bladed teeth a quick brush over with a soft cloth before raising it high. “Onwards brothers!”

Valiant Heroes, Vile Heresies [Warhammer 40,000 Death Watch]

Oh man, traitors. This can't be good for our health in anyway...

I also found an image to properly represent my guy.

My Hider

Valiant Heroes, Vile Heresies [Warhammer 40,000 Death Watch]

Fellwalker was not amused by the actions of the foul Xenos which stood before him. It dared to attack him, to defile his sacred armour which had been a chapter honour since the Horus Heresy. Fellwalker was now well and truly seeing red, nothing was going to stop him from utterly destroying this Krootoid and all of it's wretched kind in the name of the Emperor. Turning aside the alien's primitive blade with deadly ease, he roared with primal anger at his foe, slicing and cutting all the while, allowing centuries of pent up rage to show itself in it's true and terrible form.

He cleaved huge, bloody, swathes through the leathery hide of the champion, allowing it's hot blood to splash across his weapon and across his helmeted face. Had he not been a loyal Imperial subject, someone could have perhaps mistaken him for a Khorne Berzerker such was he sheer utter savagery in this assault. Everywhere he lashed out at, the sound akin to that of a chainsaw through meat could be heard alongside the subtle crunching and grinding of bones being turned into nothing but powder.

“DIE!” He screamed at the very top of his lungs, placing all his effort into a final swing, which he hoped would cause such massive trauma as to outright slay the alien. The sword fell with strength unknown to any save for those beings terrible enough to behold, cleaving a horrific rending cut through the chest of the champion Kroot. The creature gave a shrieked cry of agony while its blood was left to spray from the massive open wounds it now possessed. Yet it still stood, living, mocking the Space Shark.

Valiant Heroes, Vile Heresies [Warhammer 40,000 Death Watch]

My Hider

Alright, so I am up first.

I wanna...well, kick the crap outta that Kroot-leader guy.
I make multiple attacks! Needing 60 or under with one hit per every ten it is lower than 60. I think.

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4 hits! The emperor is with me!
2d6+4 damage each, here goes:

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8+4 = 12
12+4 = 16
5+4 = 9
6+4 = 10
=47 damage with pen 3

Valiant Heroes, Vile Heresies [Warhammer 40,000 Death Watch]

He dares challenge me! Slay him, brothers!
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10+4=14