*hears the rev of a chainsword*
"the ethereals have left me... by the greater good my death will be forgotten..."
*counts under breath each of the loud footsteps approaching his hiding place*
"you Monk'ai are so arrogant, so full of yourselves... you never listen to us xenos... and that will be your eventual downfall..."
*Jumps out from cover unleashing the full clip from the pulse pistol, the smell of ozone left in the trail of the viriscent blue plamsa*
((wow, i luv writing combat scenes for 40k

great idea this gabag

))