Eros Angel

Freebird in my pants!

Watchmen in my pants!

Fun!

If F for Family good?

By the time Sanakht moves on from his mental assault of the Blood Angels Chaplain Ruva has closed the distance and scoured the Marine with a psychic assault, still not dead though, though his shield has popped, The Chaplain hefts his Crozius.

Rhonin came in lightning quick towards Rage and just on the outer edge of Rage's weapon reach he leaps high into the air, drawing himself into an ball, defended from all blows by his Storm Shield and uses the Terminators bulkiness to land behind Rage and strike before Rage can respond. Rhonin reverses the grip on his power sword and stabs behind himself when he lands behind Rage, trying to hamstring the bulky terminator, but fails in his attack as his blade catches on one of the Adamantium Rods in Rage's armored leg before it can shear through the meat of his body, leaving Rage unharmed. The Blood Angels Champion is up and gone before Rage can strike back, but he won't be able to use that fancy attack on Rage again now that Rage has seen it and knows what to expect!

Sings: Near...Far.....Wherever we are, in my pants!

I'll be back in my pants. Edit: No Fate but what we make in my pants!

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek in my pants!

Four score and seven years ago in my pants...

You got an A little timmy! Now next time go for an A+ in my pants!

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit in my pants.

The Scouts were spread far apart but a score of them boiled alive in Ruva's assault in an instant. Striding out of firestorm, protected by his now failing Rosarius force field, A Blood Angels Chaplain in abyss black armor strode forth, raising his Crozius in wordless challenge to Ruva, and made to meet her in combat and avenge the hapless Scouts.

Across the jungle fifty six Scout Marines, the young novices of the Blood Angels wearing far lighter Carapace Armor and wielding the sniper-like Stalker Boltguns followed Captain Borgio and his command squad in an surprise assault of a small band of Traitor Marines whom had attacked the Depot. In what was supposed to be a training exercise that by some twist of fate had become real war the Captain and deployed Scouts took it upon themselves to cleanse this scourge. Every Traitor Astartes was picked out by the Scouts as the primary threats and subject to a hail of highly accurate sniper fire, with the exception of Rage, whom they left alone to honorably duel Rhonin. The Captain and the rest of his command squad have yet to be seen but the fifty six Scouts close in from every direction.

"Black Templars? Truly? You have fallen far my Brother." The Blood Angels Champion said, sounding first surprised then genuinely sad. "I am Rhonin of The Blood Angels, Company Champion of the Tenth Company, The Scouts Company, serving under the noble Captain Borgio." The Blood Angel repeated his noble salute. "Now that we know who each other are shall we resume trying to kill each other?"