The Codex sorts targets into three categories. It's very tidy. Xenos, heretics, and traitor legions. The order didn't matter, they were all bad. Anything that didn't look human was suspect and the less human it looked, the more xenos it was.
Gadriel gives a digruntled huff. She has no idea what she's talking about. "I have to be careful of what I eat," he says, like this is a huge complaint. In his defense, he's usually able to eat just about anything: dirt, rocks, green and furry spoiled stuff in the back of the fridge. He has to eat like...actual human food now. It's all terrible.
Still, he's fought to the last round of ammunition before. He can fight with no weapons. It's not like he has a choice. Especially if it means she goes it alone. "All right." You talked him into it!
"Surely you have armor you should...maybe..put on." Rippers would shred what she was wearing in a heartbeat. "And you need to do something with your hair."
Ultramarine fashion advice? Not really. But a long rope of hair sure looks like something that could be grabbed onto.
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Gadriel gives a digruntled huff. She has no idea what she's talking about. "I have to be careful of what I eat," he says, like this is a huge complaint. In his defense, he's usually able to eat just about anything: dirt, rocks, green and furry spoiled stuff in the back of the fridge. He has to eat like...actual human food now. It's all terrible.
Still, he's fought to the last round of ammunition before. He can fight with no weapons. It's not like he has a choice. Especially if it means she goes it alone. "All right." You talked him into it!
"Surely you have armor you should...maybe..put on." Rippers would shred what she was wearing in a heartbeat. "And you need to do something with your hair."
Ultramarine fashion advice? Not really. But a long rope of hair sure looks like something that could be grabbed onto.