Fourth Oath of the moment: Only war

[captainofthe10th]

1 On the phone, filtered from drones. Anyone who wishes to learn close combat as an Astartes does, let me know. I have the proper tools now for full instruction now.

2 2237 Stevens Road, back yard [ A huge, articulated metal cage now stands in Garviel's backyard, along with some sort of strange, cybernetic-looking thing made out of pale human flesh and absurdly elaborate metal parts. It has blade-limbs, and a strange visor in the place of eyes, bulked out with gene-bred muscle and metal hoses that run all over the torso, back, arms and legs. It squares off with the huge, unarmored astartes, who is stripped to the waist, the black neural connections of the surgically implanted carapace beneath his skin showing clearly. He holds a eagle-etched Spatha and a roaring chainsword as he growls at the Servitor. ] Level 10, maximum lethality.

3 Makeout Point [ Evening, an armored figure stares down and out over the town, holding a huge cannon-like weapon in his arms, a silent sentinel cast silver in the moonlight. Dare you approach? ]

2 2237 Stevens Road, front yard [ Garviel is out cleaning off a huge battletank, picking some remains of bone and other material out of the treads of the adamantine treads of the Land Raider. The tank is large enough to dwarf the huge space marine. ]

Comments

[captainofthe10th]

Come to 2237 Stevens then, and you shall.

[allwehad]

Cool!

[And she will more than happily be on her way to Stevens shortly after that phone call. More ways to kick ass? Yeah, she's down.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ A huge, shirtless giant battles a strange cyborg in a great metal cage in the backyard, a seeming sphere of silver around them as blade clashes with blade. ]

[allwehad]

[Well. This is 100% more impressive than she thought.

Margot leans against the fence of the backyard, watching intently until the battle finishes.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ It doesn't appear to be ending, just cybernetic monstrosity against tireless gene-forged brute. She might want to clear her throat or something. }

[allwehad]

[She makes herself known by starting to cheer, rather loudly, for one or the other after a while.]

C'MON PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!

[captainofthe10th]

[Garviel grunts, pausing the battle servitor by locking blades with it, and jamming it against the emergency release for the sparring cage. ]

What?

[allwehad]

[She's grinning like a complete goofball.]

I said punch 'em!

[captainofthe10th]

.... This isn't a game.

[allwehad]

I know, but it does look like fun.

You were offering fighting lessons, though?

[captainofthe10th]

I am. [ He turns to her, his huge form looking down. ]

You are looking to learn, then?

[allwehad]

[She's rather tiny herself and has to tilt her head up just to look at him.]

I am, yes!

[captainofthe10th]

Grab a blade then, we've got work to do.

[allwehad]

[She grabs a blade, something small and lightweight if there's a weapon like that around.]

So, um. Am I fighting you or that weird thing in the cage over there?

[captainofthe10th]

You're fighting the servitor, yes. So by all means, go in.

[ he halts for a moment, then asks.] have you done this before?

[allwehad]

[Someone looks way too excited about this.]

What -- fought monsters you mean? Yeah, but not with weapons. I usually stick with magic.

[captainofthe10th]

Magic? [ THe huge warrior looks unsure. ]

[allwehad]

Yeah. Magic!

Like, fire and stuff like that.

[captainofthe10th]

Do not use sorcery. It was sorcery that set the galaxy itself aflame. IF you must fight, learn a blade.