" Lower your weapon, " said @orvaoddr
The final bite of his talons were swift, all-encompassing when he struck out and cradled his last kill within curl of his claws. This chitinous beast crushed into an unrecognizable detritus of jagged edges, cartilage, pulpy discard, and a generous stab of bone into the framing of once was. Horus had hardly considered it before it sloughed off onto the dirt beneath his ceramite heel, another carcass for his endless, bloody pile.
Affixed into his other fist was his prized maul, its teeth yet to bite anything strewn before him; hovering near in a purring anticipation for a reward of its own. Its spikes graze through the foliage as the Warmaster passes through, marking a path of its own in his wake.
Horus had yet to reach his next section of kills. The distant gunfire calling to him with promise, but its lauding symphony disrupted by the sound of a woman's voice hailing him with demand.
He thought to ignore it. To parade on without regard, but in a world teeming with lesser sentient caitiffs, his curiosity was piqued, now fully willing to pause his tracks to regard whatever it was so bold to address him.
" Must I? " he turned with a grin, greeting them with all the same hospitality he might've in a war chamber. With a stretch of his arms, his heraldry steeped in crimson and his forearms littered with gore, he plays a civilized card," I'm of no harm to anyone — right now. "