05-15-2015, 10:58 AM
Galel chuckled, his third eye rapidly darting about, taking in everything it could see through the only crack in his armour. Some sort of strange black-skinned man stood near the plague marine and the defeated youth. How could such a tiny being defeat one of Nurgle's blessed? He pondered idly as he continued his march towards the Plague Marine. "You are in no position to defend yourself against a Daemon, son of Mortarion." He said with a hint of condescension, making his presence known to the group. "In fact, given your current state; I'd say you're in no position to defend anything." He paused, grinning beneath his helmet at the situation. He had always had philosophical differences with Nurglites. They were too fatalistic for his liking. Regardless, this Plague Marine was a servant of the Dark Gods, and who was Galel if not a devotee of Chaos? "Though, I am loathe to see a battle-brother slain in such an inglorious way." He said, stopping a few feet from Okor. Galel extended his hand, as if to help the Plague Marine to his feet. "What say Entropy and Energy put aside their differences for but a moment, hrm?"