[i][b]Upon turning, the Hunter had seen something menacing, something that could tear him apart if he so wished, but the markings of the Imperium of Man had shown that he had no intention of ripping a human being apart: He was an Astares, a Space Marine of the White Scars. The white and red pattern of his armour collided, like bloodstains on the grass of a battlefield, but the colour made it known that it was just paint. The tall figure was in full armour, and held a Chainsword in his right hand, with a Bolter Pistol in his left. [/b][/i]"Hello civilian." [i][b]The man said to him, through his helmet. The helm made his voice seem metallic and distorted, but there was a tone that displayed his humanity, lacing his voice seamlessly as he spoke. [/b][/i]