Tarkus and Lysandros found the bodies, blown away from the pod. One was missing an arm and both had their once ornate and red power armour blackened and covered wih small punctures. Here wasn't safe. "Brother Lysandros, we shall move the bodies." Tarkus began to pick up the one armed corpse, straining under the weight, even his super-human strength did not reduce the weight of the enourmous bulk of the dead Marine. Lysandros did the same. "Where shall we take them Brother Sergeant?" Tarkus walked away wordlessly. He had one location...
OOC: He feels the need to God modd his character and others because he feels that you guys don't acknowledge how powerful Grubbs is supposed to be. He thinks people wanted him to contribute so he does and I told him they meant character dev, not constant fighting. i understan peoples confusion but all he wanted was to feel like people were listening to his characters, I pointed out he should slow down and not constantly do stuff to people and just talk.