[i]Then, from the darkness up ahead, a rhythm of step, drag, step, drag came. Then, soon enough, a six feet, five inches feet tall figure clad in a gunmetal grey set of armour stepped into the light, golden Plexiglas visor glinting slightly. What he was dragging remained in the darkness behind him, though he had something fleshy in his right hand. [/i] "Yo," [i]Jason said as he looked up at the Space Marine, right hand opening to drop the fleshy thing on the floor. It seemed like one end of an intestine.[/i]

The sound of the stepping and dragging made him more alert, and as such he had raised his Bolter towards the sound. Once he saw the man, he had lowered it slightly, so he wouldn't seem too hostile and spook them. After seeing the man had been carrying someone's insides, he had to ask, "Why are you carrying someone's intestines?"

[i]The smaller man only smirked, a light in the right side of his helmet activating as he looked back into the shadows, at whatever he had been dragging. The corpse of a Khorne cultist, if seemed. His own intestines were wrapped around his neck, a massive hole in his chest. The answer was obvious enough. And, well, if it wasn't.. Jason choked the guy with his own intestines, and now dragged him about. [/i] "There's yer answer," [i]He said, own MK Vb pattern Bolter somewhat raised, but not quite aimed at the Black Templar - though it lowered completely once Jason looked back at the Astartes, the light switching back off. The Templars hated Heresy, didn't they? He should be fine. [/i]

[spoiler]Its not a Templar, Tirus be Imperial Giant[/spoiler] He saw the dead khorne cultist and lowered his weapon completely, seeing as though he likely wasn't his enemy if he was killing Heretics, which was Tirus' objective. "Hmm.. chasing chaos, are we? What is your name?"

[spoiler]I'm a dumb. [/spoiler] "Jason. Not a usual name, eh? Tha's cuz I ain't from da Imperium. Came from elsewhere. 'Nd 'course I chase 'em Chaos fuсkas. They're right pricks." [i]Jason was covered in weapons. At his hips were two shotguns with drum magazines, each shotgun being a midnight black with patches of grey steel. The lights were currently red, indicating that the safeties were on. Diagonally on his back was a gunmetal grey FN FAL, loaded with a fifty round drum magazine. [/i]

"You speak similarly to a Greenskin, Jason. I am Brother Tirus, of the Imperial Giants First Company." The Astartes had a Bolter in his hand, a Power Sword sheathed at his hip, and carried a Krak grenade on his belt. Nothing too special, but this was a Space Marine, and the Weapons were still dangerous to any foe of a mighty Astartes.

"Nice ta meet ya, Tirus. 'Perial Giants, eh? Can't say I eva heard o' y'all. Den again, there're lotta Chaptahs. 'Nd, I sound like a Greenskin? I jus' got an accent, pal. I ain' an Ork, I assure ya. Jus' an ol' man with a hatred for 'em dammed bugs. 'Nids." [i]He swiftly tossed his Bolter over to his right hand, swiftly catching it with quite some ease. He kept it lowered, still. [/i]

"Ah yes, the Great Devourer. I ran into a swarm not too long ago, however they didn't put up much of a fight.. strange for such menacing beasts."

"Hmm, ye. Neva ran inta a swarm meself, though I've heard sum thin's. Anehway, what're ya doin' out 'ere? Ain' there sum safe place? Or are ya jus' patrollin'? Cuz tha's wha' I'm doin' right now."