"That's how you send a dog to the afterlife!" Evidently, Gannicus is happy with his kill, perhaps something to do with adding a little meat with his next meal.
I was lucky to have caught that error in the alias; else a space marine from the 41st millennium would now be blasting the lizards with bursts of bolter fire.
Gannicus is relishing the opportunity to kill something. He advances with each step, his greatsword trailing back in his hands, ready to swing in a forceful slash.