Arkhah Traak gave a very human shrug, squawking softly as the movement tugged at the deep gash in his side, and looked down to study the wound irritably. Grabbing one of the nearest corpses, he swiftly tore off a portion of its robes, fashioning a crude bandage that would hold until someone more educated in medicine could handle the injury.<br/><br/>Almost offhandedly, he reached out and seized the babbling cultist by the throat, squeezing until the man went silent and limp, then dropped him again. The Kroot rose, padding back across to the doorway where the cultist he had butchered still lay in a bloody heap. He eyed the body for a moment, then reached down and tore off one of its arms  - the one he he slashed - with a single swift motion, sending droplets of semi-congealed blood spattering. Alone in the room now except for the unconscious cultist and the other corpses, he set about cheerfully devouring the traitor's corpse, the wet tearing of muscle and crunching of bone audible to anyone who lingered in the hallway. Once his grisly meal was complete, he retrieved the living captive, slinging the man over one shoulder and bounding off down the passage to catch up with the Rogue Trader and his band, already feeling improved and healthier.<br/><br/>(Choking out the cultist, then using my Eaters of the Dead racial trait to gain bonus temporary Hit Points equal to the unmodified Toughness bonus of the dead guy I ate, and improved natural/medical healing.)