"I have several blades in storage if you wish to borrow one of them. For you... I would say my gladius would be best." Mourn-it-all being rather too large for her and the chainsword being right out of question. He doesn't offer the bolter as an idea, a quick assessment of her body suggesting that it probably weighs more than she does, and that the recoil might break her bones.


He shrugs his shoulders, "I do not take orders or play games with unnatural things. I never have." Which is to say, he promptly set about fighting him, as any proper Space Marine would.