To merely look for a warrior, good sir. To find one who is worthy to face others in a certain... House of warriors, for lack of a better term. *wheels myself closer to the legionnaire* Would you happen to be that warrior? If not, could you recommend one to me?

"If it is a champion you seek, Libreous-Tibrarium is one of the most powerful, if anyone knew where to find him. Sarris-Sanguine is the only one who knows his location"

This... Libreous-Tibrarium... May you tell me of his feats, if I cannot get his location?

*the legionnaire takes you to his security checkpoint within the gate of the golden city. The two of you attempt to locate a file on Libreous but everything is blacked out but one glimpse of his power - taken from a security feed in new Atlantis (the industrial quarter of terra) The feed shows this: [spoiler] *in the wake of this betrayal, Libreous's killswitch is tripped deep inside the bowels of New Atlantis* *Out numbered and out gunned, Librious-Tibrarium's adrenaline begins to spike - this causes a chain reaction. His armor begins to morph as it pumps his bulging veins full of chemicals; a potent cocktail of liquid fury......* *now with no use for stealth, his suit transforms into a machine of death - the plate armor folds and changes it's formations* *Each joint in his armor now has it's own set of thrusters, amplifying his speed and power ten fold* *each gauntlet opens with a hiss of hydraulics as two long, retractable chains ending with claws that grip on command stretch out - each seeming to have I mind like it's own.. Each acting like a cobra about to strike* *the lights in the room begin to dim and flicker as a set of capacitors charge and ignite arcing, crackling, electrical fields that spit blue lightning across every surface of his armor* [b][i]Libreious-Tibrarium goes into a berserker rage as the thrusters ignite at the speed of his thoughts - sending him hurtling into the enemies like a tornado of crackling destruction He pinballs between the hundreds of tyranids/death machines with his clawed whips of destruction - ripping off limbs, decapitating monsters and machines alike, electrocuting bodies into ashes, relentlessly throwing corpses in all directions, and shredding steel and flesh and bone as his thrusters continue to boost his movements into a blur of fury Libreous is blood drunk and the end of his relentless massacre is far from over He will not stop until all that remains are twisted heaps of scrap metal and body parts strewn everywhere [/i][/b][/spoiler]

*chuckles slightly from behind the gas mask* I never saw beauty in destruction but... This man and his form? It is equivalent to an art. The brush is of death, and the colours are of his weapons and their blood. Have you other whereabouts of him?