Severus sighed. The witch woman's usefulness was decreasing by the moment.
"I suppose we should be grateful even for that."
Then, he turned to the tech-priest, still sorting the items from the crates.
"Do you mind if I take that?" he asked, picking up a short sword he removed from the crate. He looked around the cargo compartment, for signs of disagreement, then took a few practice swings.
He was hardly a swordsman, but he could swing and thrust and parry. The sword, clearly of local manufacture, lacked the strength and finesse of Imperial blades, but at least it was properly balanced. It would have to do.
"Beats swinging a club," he shrugged.
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Have a very nice day.
-fgalkin
Dark Heresy: Harpers World
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