Backwater Hunting

[Uriel]

"Siblings, no," Uriel said, considering. "Every soldier of the Inquisition is like a brother to each other. Our bonds must be made of iron, stronger than anything. We treat each other like brothers, no matter who we are, for we must be able to rely on each other in the thick of battle."

Then he heard it.

Unlike his regular old bolter, this longarm anti-armour variant was excessively large and required two hands to be fired at any kind of effectively. The regular old bolter, by contrast, was lighter, shorter - easily more pointable, given that it was a bullpup variant. This, however, was like wielding a very long stick as opposed to a simple blade. Unwieldy as it was, it made him look slow - his ears were almost as good as hers, though she was faster. Her first arrow loosed and Uriel was already on the move, pivoting to point his weapon at the target in place - but given the length of time it took him to aim the giant rifle, it made him seem far slower than he actually was. Needless to say, the second shot wounded the best... but it was not dead.

Time to unleash the pain.

Uriel's finger caressed the trigger tenderly, brushing the stud back - and with an incredibly mighty roar, the anti-armour explosive round punched through the beast. The speed at which it launched blew the round almost through the animal in its entirety - half of its body was gone before the round actually detonated, given that it was a high-powered rail rifle.

When it detonated, it took everything with it. Nothing was left. - even the blood shower had mostly evaporated in the wake of the blast.

Uriel lowed his weapon. Well, that had been overkill. A slow breath out; he could feel the heavy recoil and the power of this weapon. It was certainly not suitable for close-range hunting. Finally, after so long, he could answer her.

"I have not - but in this armour, I would break your bow, easily," Uriel said. Perfect fine motor skills in powered armour were not simple. It would require - even for a bow with a high draw weight - being perfectly careful so as not to snap the weapon. The Crusader armour was designed for warfare and, truth told, he'd come out here expecting to shoot things and little else. "Though I would not mind seeing the finer points."

 

[Galina Kerrigan-Alcori]

Galina eyes had been on the creature, only paying mind that Uriel did not step into one of her shots. In her peripheral vision she caught him moving, drawing the rifle and taking aim. The actual shot of the bolter, startled her as did the explosive round. She blinked, exactly twice before leaning around to look at where the feline had been. Now just a pink mist in the air and little else.

"C-cat there, c-cat no more. I like." She said rather candidly. The ruthlessness of the weapon, she could appreciate, that was for sure. If only she could get used to the noise. For she was the silent hunting type. Not, this. "Not more than bow, but like." Brutally efficiency no doubt about that.

She then considered his words, going back to his statement about his brothers first, before she'd address anything else. After all they'd been rudely interrupted. "As for b-bro-thers, I think, I get it." It made sense to her, that was certain, though the idea still a little strange. "Is odd, but make sense."

The young woman looked him over once more but specifically at the armor and nodded. "Yes, I be-lieve t-that with-out doubtt."

"Per-haps, some-time, you c-could try with-out?" Asked as she thought about it. Funny that she'd come out here with the same intent, to shoot things, though she wouldn't have minded to have brought home a kill to her parents. She'd not planned beyond that. For a moment she wondered what in the worlds she could show him. "Eas-ier to s-show y-you, by t-teach-ing y-you." Though she realized that might not be entirely possible in this situation. "Hmmm...." Still thinking on the matter.

[member="Uriel"]

 

[Uriel]

Were Crusader armour not such a ritual to remove - far easier than the Lord Inquisitor's Purgation armour, which required full scaffolding and a team of assistants just to remove and equip - then he would simply remove his gloves and try. However, it was not such an easy thing, mildly disappointing as that was. He would have liked to try.

"The Inquisition is an interesting beast," Uriel rumbled. "We are supposed to be one of the greatest fighting forces in this half of the Galaxy. I wonder just how true that is," asked the soldier of himself. "But perhaps..."

Perhaps I must recuse myself of my helmet some times. I am, after all, only human.

The soldier shook his head.

"Perhaps some time, I will come and try this with you," Uriel reaffirmed, a slight smile playing across his lips. "I think it would be interesting."

The longarm weapon was mag-plated to his backpack once again, left there for him to avoid carrying it. All thoughts of warfare were, for the moment, shaken from his mind. It was a different thing. Uriel spent all of his time fighting, preparing for war - and when he wasn't on a battlefield he was training. This was different. This was such a change from the norm it almost caught him off-guard.

"Shall we find you some new prey?"

[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"]

 

[Galina Kerrigan-Alcori]

"Yes, seems that way." It seemed strange to her more than anything else. Though she wondered if that was perhaps because of the harsh upbringing she had. "Maybe, will not know until fully tested?" Imagining what kind of test, what army the Inquisition could be thrown against, was a bit beyond her given her primitive understanding of the galaxy around her.

"I would like that, very much." Spoken as her lips curled into a vibrant smile.

When he mentioned prey again she replied simply, "Yes." The redhead spun slowly on her heels, scanning the treeline for activity of any kind. Her eyes then moved to the muddy ground, searching for fresh tracks. Keen ears at work for the first sign of anything at all.

Moving slowly, she repeated the process looking to the ground, and scanning the brush and trees. Soon enough she found a set of tracks for what she wasn't quite sure. Raising a single hand she motioned for him to follow, as she progressed forward smoothly through the woods. The footprints in the mud and soil along with some noise in the distance her guide.

[member="Uriel"]

 

[Uriel]

"Our test is the Sith," explained Uriel. "That is our purpose. We purge the Galaxy of the taint of the Dark Side."

As anyone who was anyone knew, an Inquisitor had the dubous honour of making considerable noise when in motion. This was great on the battlefield, where the thunder-stomp of a hundred charging men in powered Crusader armour invoked a terrifying horde of cavalry. The blue line unleashing a torrent of fire and destruction backed by the siren's song of whirring servomotors and titanically heavy boots was specifically designed to inspire fear. Out here, when you needed silence and stealth? Not so much. This armour wasn't so great for being invisible.

So, every step tender and slow, the stomping tried to work its way down towards a quiet, constant dull roar. There was little he could do to truly reduce the sound, but that was all he could do - he followed behind Galina, hands bereft of weaponry. Everything he could do to help reduce sound now would do.

His eyes remained locked on her, however. Curiosity was getting the better of him and he wanted to know more.

Later, though.

[member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"]