But the Captain of the Second Came out first, marching like a man gone mad. Lugerev suddenly realized a moment too late, that he had.
Like a raging bull the oversized Kunzhardt was into him, bunching his robes into his giant metal fist and slamming his back into the side of the corridor.
Lugerev clenched his teeth, grimacing. Even unactivated, the power fist was a force to be reckoned with. He pulled himself together from the shock, and with angered eyes he replied in turn.
'Get your hands off of me you pig. I am curious as to why you are so vigilantly defending a warrior who was tainted by the Pantheon, Kunzhardt. You've been killing off men during your training exercises, and now a Nurgle following arises in your ranks! Where does your loyalty lie half-breed?'
You can never be prepared for the unexpected