Ferrik bellowed antother challenge to the PDF across the street, standing tall in the open window, throwing the severed head over the plated ground into the defensive position, making the Imperials scream in dread.<br/>It was just barely that the Enforcer got back down into cover as a cascade of lasfire tore assunder the concrete were he had just been standing. Blood stained the ground, but it stained him more. A grisly visage he was indeed, the still hot blood oozing warmly in the cold air, his breath making thick clouds through the slits of his skull-face helmet.<br/><br/>"Not what I had expected..." he admitted, looking to his comrades. The fellows of his unit grunted in what could be acknowledged as semi-agreement.<br/>"Do remember, sir, that these maggots do not take heart in having the remains of their comrades thrown at them", one of the men said.<br/>"We have been spoiled, lads", Ferrik decided with a nod, more to himself than his underlings. "Last time the weaklings met us close and hand to hand. Seems we have killed them all."<br/>"A proper sacrifice to Khorne!" another one bellowed. Ferrik scowled at him; "At the time proper, but the throne does not seek favour from these dishonourable dogs. Slaughtering them would not sate his eternal hunger."<br/><br/>He could  barely restrain himself from giving into his anger and split the man in half. These newer 'recruits' were dim indeed and even more so, they did not understand the complete prospect of earning the Blood Gods favour, and how. They had just found themselves with minor gifts because of their ruthless, dull slaughter of cowards and civilians. The Blood God did not care who's blood, just that it was blood, and that it was by the correct rites.<br/><br/>"Sir, listen to this here", one of the twenty crouching men said, crawling over with his vox-caster. The speech was grand, uplifting, spoke of freedom and retribution. A new world and a new begining. A speech to rouse up the comrades. A grand speech and it made Ferrik insanely angry. He didn't know why, but to him this 'grand prophet' sounded like another weak soul. A simpleton that would make others fight in his stead.<br/><i>I'd like to kick your teeth in</i>, he thought.<br/><br/>If this was what the fighting spirit of their forces thrived on, he would best them all. He would be at the forefront, and these 'talking men' would recognize that it was individuals like him that won battles, not the sad wretches that took his words to heart.<br/><br/>Clutching two grenades and lobbing them across the street through the window of the entrenched PDF, Ferrik drew his chainsword, making it growl as he pushed the activation rune, and with his strong muscles flexed he roared his challenge as he charged across the street; "Blood for the Blood God!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>