Grendel's trott turned into a full run as he heard the initial shots ring out. As he approached the melee, he witnessed his master lifting a chastener by the neck to meet him eye to eye, the fear spread across the man's face gave rise to a grin on Grendel's own.
"My Lord you summoned? The others follow closely" He said to his lord, just as the rest of the retinue came up...
His pistol drawn and waiting for what was sure to come...the axe in his hand set wide waiting for the stroke that would slice through an arbites armor and end a life. Anvion approached as two of the other Arbites let loose a salvo...Grendel dodged to his left and sprang on the closest...holding the axe to his face and bellowing, "You dare fire upon a Lord Inquisitor? Hold your fire or your life is forfiet...Chastener I suggest you do as my lord says and order your men to lay down their weapons...else you risk angering my lord anyfurther!"
Grendel only slightly noticed the man before him voiding himself into his pristine uniform, a look of terror on his face as the axe held station mere millimeters from his left cheek. He had understood well that there were to be no casualties if at all possible...His senses tingled as he could feel another presence...
__________________ I am Wolfpack, my fangs are long, my hair grey with age...I am The Great Wolf...I fight with bolter and Axe, my armies vast, my word final. A true son of Russ, my honor above all, I hunt the heretic, the xenos, and the witch and slay them where they stand! My sons hunt our enemies, slay them where they falter and bring their pelts to Fenris |