11 PM, backdated to Wednesday night. Action 1, locked to 2237 Stevens Residents: [ Garviel awakens after a day of droning, and the awakening is not a gentle one. A yell of pain can be heard, and then silence, aside from his heavy steps as he descends the stairs of the home and swiftly armors himself in his Astartes plate without a word to anyone
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Of course, he's never really fought an enemy quite like this. The closest he can think of is Vapnoople's man/wolf hybrid supersoldiers: huge, hulking beasts with reflexes and senses far more advanced than any human's and an unshakable loyalty to their creator. And those... well. It took a lot more than fists to bring those down.
He manages to block the punch to his jaw by grabbing the incoming fist -- not the best idea, perhaps, but he can absorb more force than most. That's why the blow to his chest, which he doesn't manage to block, only knocks him back a few dozen feet rather than through a nearby tree. He knows that he can't possibly hope to do any damage through that suit -- ( ... )
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I wonder... is this strong enough to cut through your armor?
[Clearly there's only one way to find out. He grips the chainsword with both hands, ignoring the instant searing pain in order to slam it back towards Garviel's body with all his strength behind it. FOR SCIENCE!]
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Though he'll have to retrieve his sword tomorrow, unless Garviel has the good manners to throw it down after him.]
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I.... am... justice.
[ He snarls, before departing the scene.]
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