Dr Simon
Explorer
The spokes-beast curls its lip.
"We'll make sure you live long enough to regret those words," it says, and then shouts in the barking,guttural tongue of the beastmen.
A group of them issue forth from the gate, loping forwards on cloven hoofs and clawed feet, holding an assortment of armaments from flint-tipped spears to swords that Greggory recognises as Imperial-issue equipment.
They are moving swiftly towards the group, roughly outnumbering the Penal Legion (and Sh'aah) by two to one.
"We'll make sure you live long enough to regret those words," it says, and then shouts in the barking,guttural tongue of the beastmen.
A group of them issue forth from the gate, loping forwards on cloven hoofs and clawed feet, holding an assortment of armaments from flint-tipped spears to swords that Greggory recognises as Imperial-issue equipment.
They are moving swiftly towards the group, roughly outnumbering the Penal Legion (and Sh'aah) by two to one.