"Nyaaa I'm a Erheni silly! I dunno what either of those are Mr. Metal man."Archmagos wrote: ↑Thu Feb 07, 2019 4:30 pmAzrael looks at the weapons, he looks for any axe looking most like his own Omnissian Cog-Tooth, he then grabs a basic slug rifle weapon and finally the plasma gun. He begins blessing the plasma gun, trying to calm its enraged and long tormented spirit, he then begins to check all the plasma guns components, cleaning them with his mechandrites and moving on to his axe, preforming the same treatment and finally the slug rife, again repeating the same process. Once he is done he looks at the members of his group, only now noticing the cat-girl's mutation, spending a while looking at her before asking.
"Are you a xeno or mutant? What ever it is, it's not truly human."
As the group groaned in dismay at the saccharine antics of the catgirl, the guards encouraged the prisoners to be silent when one of them pulls out a remote of some sort and with a push of its button, an ear-ringing sound projects from their collars, causing the prisoners no small amount of agony as they fell to the floor, writhing in pain.
"AGH MY FETHING EARS!!!"
"AAAAAAARRRGGGGHH MAKE IT STOP!!!!!"
Fortunately for them, the guard stops it after only ten seconds, muttering underneath his breath something abut not damaging the meat too badly before the stunned and writhing group of prisoners was hauled up their feet and corralled towards the gate, where they waited for their judgement. Behind the gates, the cheering grew louder as the announcer began to speak.
"MY FELLOW DRUKHARI! THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR ALL NIGHT HAS FINALLY COME!!! BEHIND THE SOUTHERN GATE LIES TONIGHT'S VICTIMS, EAGER FOR A CHANCE AT FREEDOM AND SURVIVAL BY BEING PITTED AGAINST OUR MENAGERIE'S NEWEST FAVORITES: THE WINGED REPTILES!!!!"
"Wait..did those pale bastards just mention winged reptiles?" One of the Scantily clad women just realized what what's happening.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The second one screamed in terror
"The hell are they on about?! Its freaking me out mang!"
"My guess is they think something horrible is waiting for us out there. "
"Feth me...good thing I found a tread fether. I'm hoping this thing still works though..."
"Do avoid blowing us up Bumpkin." The Royal scolded
"We don't blow up allies, unlike you Blueblood Trash."
"That was Strum's Command! His cowardice in battle is a stain on all Royals!" He responded enraged.
"Uh guys can we not argue while we are going to be forced into a deathmatch against monsters?"
"Da, the Sabbat Worlds Crusade was centuries ago, we do not have courtesy of discussing old wounds."
"Centuries ago?" The feuding Gaurdsmen responded in unison.
The argument was interrupted by the groaning of machinery as the Gate draws open, where they are met with the bloodstained sands of the Arena floor and the thunderous applause of a full-capacity crowd. Looking at the arena floor, they'd quickly notice that it was littered by the bodies of soldiers in green armor and blue-skinned aliens with hoofed feet clad in yellow armor.
"How unsurprising... The Drukhari enjoy seeing so-called lesser species kill each other as much as the Aeldari."
The gate on the other side of the arena also began to draw open as the snorting and bellowing of numerous large and hungry beasts echo from the gate...