*A loud explosion is heard and screams rise from the corrupted and heretics that are caught in the blazing fury. Minotaurs twists in pain and flees back to their secret hideouts. Several becomes gunned down by the rapid fire of repeating handguns.
McKnight tries to flee but is caught in the blast of a holy handgrenade and is seared by the holy flames of Sigmars wrath.
Sorry McKnight, but this must be done in the name of precaution. We cannot risk an eventual heresy from you. Sigmar will look after you if you are innocent, but then, that proves nothing.
::heretic::McKnight
The evil beastpope Philly snarls and starts doing sassy moves with his fancy blade. The figure opposed to him sigh and unloads his Repeating handgun, loaded with blessed ammunition into Philly. With a sound bash from the mighty Hammer of Judgement, Phillys precious blade is sent flying down into the basement where it is draged away by some strange rodents. The second swing send Philly down after the blade, but instead landing on soft rodents, he hits a derelict inquisition pain rack and starts wailing in full pleasure. He fails to notice how some glowing eyes, many of them infact, observes him and are taken by suprise when a horde of vengeful cats, all carrying the sign of Sigmar on their forehead, lands allover him. Despite his horrendous injuries, Philly runs screaming, frantically trying to protect his fancy hat from the claws and jaws of the enraged felines, into the depth of the cellar, finally finding refuge in his special "dung room".
The cats leaves him to sulk in his misery.
The Warrior priests sighs and walks up to the brave jedi and drags him to his feets.
"Ah, see, there is nothing some honest grenades, a repeating handgun and a honest Sigmarite priest standard issue hammer cannot do, well, mine is blessed, but you get the idea. Now, go and get those wounds looked after, laddie!"
Mathi then shouts down to Philly.
"Now stay there beastie, or I shall come and hold an exercise in urban combat in your cellar with the most fanatical company of Sigmarite devotees I can find. And armed with Repeating hand guns just to make some nice old rattle! Or, by the way, I just send down some exterminators and have them cleanse the cellar with fire and petrol. Now, I am sure the authorities protecting the welfare of cattle would mind such drastic measures, but I can take that if I must.
However, I think they and those animal welfare folk are so bothersome so I would be happy not to have too unless you give me a reason.
So beastman, remain with your dung!
What is wrong with you all? I am gone for a weekend and find the place overrun with beasts and minotaurs and whatnot! I think I will have to do a collective repentive burning of all of you, but I must meditate on that first! However, I will recive confessions this evening, but you bloody well confess properly or Mr RHG may take offense!
