<strong>-- Explorator Thraxius --</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=103946.msg4515299#msg4515299)<br/><hr/><br/>For a moment, the world seemed to stop.  Thraxius just stood there, hands tightening dangerously around the hilt of his power axe, a motionless statue of crimson cloth and metal skin.  It started slow at first, nothing more than a faint tremor.  His censor gave off a small puff of purple smoke, then another, and another, each one growing more noxious and tainted than the last, chugging away like the smokestack of some daemonic engine.  Hissing sparks dripped from his hide like water, threatening to set the scrolls binding his left hand alight, and a harsh grinding noise not unlike a plugged exhaust pipe echoed from deep within his chest.  There was a sudden explosion of mechanical fury, a veritable eruption of hellfire from the man's vox, and a binary screaming that chilled the very blood with its pure and undiluted hatred.<br/><br/>His axe dropped to the ground, forgotten in his blind rage, Thraxius charged at the Sergeant and made to grapple him with every last ounce of his mechanically-augmented strength.  He brought the man level with his single, furious eye, as though wishing it might blow a hole in him through sheer force of will.<br/><br/><em>"YOU DAMNABLE TRAITOR!  IS EVERY WORD FROM YOUR FILTHY, HEATHEN MOUTH NOTHING BUT A PACK OF SLOVENLY LIES?  I'LL BUTCHER YOU MYSELF, IN THE NAME OF THE GOD EMPEROR WHOSE DIVINE LIGHT YOU HAVE FORSAKEN!"</em><br/><br/><br/>[Charging Grapple Roll] 10/39 (Weapon Skill, not sure on any modifiers that might be in place) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26000)<br/>