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Severus' feet sunk into the mud with a sickening squelch, he felt the pang he always felt when he left hive life behind. In a low crouch he followed Vates his bodyglove getting covered in mud as he did so, but the blessed metal of his rifle, wrapped in cloth remained clean. Each man handled fear in a different way and every man feel its grip before battle. A group of veterans, one of them carefully rending their company's honor standard joked with eachother, their dialect lost on the assassin but the mock gestures the speaker made was clearly part of a war story and the bored expressions on his companions faces told him it was one told often. Others checked their equipment while an officer's drill calls could be heard from somewhere not to far away.
into the trench Severus jumped, feeling more and more out of his depth. He has a hunter of men not an investigator or front-line soldier and not for the first time wondering in Conway had been mistaken, seen something in Severus what wasn't there but the Inquisitor's gaze and manner always gave the unsettling impression of seeing into parts of his soul even he didn't know about. "This offensive will make a very good distraction and the greenskins fill their poles with the heads on the soldiers he may be able to slip though in the night." He pulled his telescopic sight from a small sleeve and peering at the front lines over the wall of the trench.
To the job, his way of dealing with fear.
He looked at Vates, the only true investigator amongst them, the most important one in the group, the man he would have to die to protect if needed. "Which first, the crash sight of the old man, assuming hes still alive?"
into the trench Severus jumped, feeling more and more out of his depth. He has a hunter of men not an investigator or front-line soldier and not for the first time wondering in Conway had been mistaken, seen something in Severus what wasn't there but the Inquisitor's gaze and manner always gave the unsettling impression of seeing into parts of his soul even he didn't know about. "This offensive will make a very good distraction and the greenskins fill their poles with the heads on the soldiers he may be able to slip though in the night." He pulled his telescopic sight from a small sleeve and peering at the front lines over the wall of the trench.
To the job, his way of dealing with fear.
He looked at Vates, the only true investigator amongst them, the most important one in the group, the man he would have to die to protect if needed. "Which first, the crash sight of the old man, assuming hes still alive?"