"NAY! I shall not spill the blood of my Brethren on this day!"
when asked to take the field against the platoon's Norse opponents.
Legend has it that Arktoris stood silently, head bowed as the carnage unfolded, and for every tear that fell onto the hallowed turf his scarred cheek, another of his kinsmen also fell, broken and defeated.
Legend also has it that the hellbound one ran out of kleenex. HAIL!
(great fun mate, see ya in the church of pain again soon!)”
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And lo, it was to be that the mighty 'Hellbound' Arktoris loudly shouted....
"NAY! I shall not spill the blood of my Brethren on this day!"
when asked to take the field against the platoon's Norse opponents.
Legend has it that Arktoris stood silently, head bowed as the carnage unfolded, and for every tear that fell onto the hallowed turf his scarred cheek, another of his kinsmen also fell, broken and defeated.
Legend also has it that the hellbound one ran out of kleenex. HAIL!
(great fun mate, see ya in the church of pain again soon!)”