[i][b]Upon turning, the Hunter had seen something menacing, something that could tear him apart if he so wished, but the markings of the Imperium of Man had shown that he had no intention of ripping a human being apart: He was an Astares, a Space Marine of the White Scars. The white and red pattern of his armour collided, like bloodstains on the grass of a battlefield, but the colour made it known that it was just paint. The tall figure was in full armour, and held a Chainsword in his right hand, with a Bolter Pistol in his left. [/b][/i]"Hello civilian." [i][b]The man said to him, through his helmet. The helm made his voice seem metallic and distorted, but there was a tone that displayed his humanity, lacing his voice seamlessly as he spoke. [/b][/i]

[i]Civillian? Hahahahaha! Civillian! You,sir,are talking to an interdimensional half-god. I can do anything,in any universe. I can go back in time and make it so you had a twin brother. Did you have a twin brother? Name anything. I can make it happen instantly.[/i]

"Give your parents a condom and make it so you were not here, only then will I believe you." [i][b]The Space Marine responded. And with that, he walked past The Hunter, having just insulted the psyker. [/b][/i]

[b]A chair appears out of thin air.[/b] [i]That good enough? I never knew my parents.[/i] [b]The Hunter sits on the floating chair and eats a taco.[/b]

[i][b]The Space Marine grew quickly tiresome of the strange man and his antics. If he didn't have a moral code against harming civilians, he would have shot him with the Bolter. But alas he didn't, and so he simply kept on walking. [/b][/i]