Though it couldn't be seen from outside his helmet, Wal'Dron almost cracked a smile across his stoney pale face at that comment Steinolf said to him. "Getting the drop to chop a small unit of Orks is very fun. However, receiving a charge from a multitude of them makes it a bit of a struggle to swing a weapon. They tend not to flee if the mob is large enough also, no matter how many you may cut down." Wal'Dron explained to his Space Wolf brother, "However... A mob of greenskins does tend to be weakened enough to make somewhat good sport when their leader takes a round to it's brain. Its the difference of a fight you may find fun, Brother... Or being swallowed up in a green-tide before you switch your chainsword on."<br/><br/>He turned to check his weapons before giving one last look to Steinolf, "Of course Brother, our friendly wager is still very much on." He winked, though the Space Wolf wouldn't have been able to see it past the relic helmet Wal'Dron wore. He followed in silence behind Gaius as they approached the teleportarium, "I am merely stating prior mission perameters my own Chapter had sent me on and of which I am both happy and skilled to achieve. I have no real time for boasting or any other action that is surplus to mission perameters." the Raven Guard explained, "You speak on prior experiences with my Chapter, Brother? Perhaps you would fancy a wager of ability between yourself and I?"