[ Inside his helm, Garviel is momentarily bemused. The leg is gone? As in, no more insects chewing it, just vanished entirely? If so, well, that saves him from the unfortunate task of cutting it off himself. He tumbles to the ground in a huge, clanging mass, and will begin dragging himself towards the door, ready to blast it apart with his bolter ortear it down, his Astartes physique only awkwardly compensating for the loss of a load bearing limb. An arm, a hand, he could have deal with, but the leg destroys his mobility, for the most part. Best to withdraw, and warn the others. Not out of cowardice, for such an emotion has never entered his dual hearts, but rather out of a true desire to save the other people in Mayfield from a similarly horrible fate. ]
No failure, only victory. [ If the insects are chewing on the stump, he'll sever it off with the chainsword. If they are just gone, well, he'll leave the empty leg to drag with him. His armor is very rare, and leaving parts of it lying around would be beyond stupid. ]
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No failure, only victory. [ If the insects are chewing on the stump, he'll sever it off with the chainsword. If they are just gone, well, he'll leave the empty leg to drag with him. His armor is very rare, and leaving parts of it lying around would be beyond stupid. ]