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"Rape this shit," said Severa as she blew one Path trooper open with bolt pistol and hacked down another with her power cutlass. Most of them were down now, but that thing in the center of the room was looking pretty nasty.
Jolan and the chaotic were too close to risk a shot and even from here Severa could tell he was a big bastard. The commissar on the other hand was duelling and, in the opinion of a woman who had fought three peoples fair shares of duels, not doing to well. Severa put two bolter rounds into the Path officer dropping him.
Jolan and the chaotic were too close to risk a shot and even from here Severa could tell he was a big bastard. The commissar on the other hand was duelling and, in the opinion of a woman who had fought three peoples fair shares of duels, not doing to well. Severa put two bolter rounds into the Path officer dropping him.
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Adivan reached gently into the future, wary of what he might find there. What he saw made him grimace. Madness. Pain. Death. To be expected of course, but on a huge scale.
"Kruger, that psycannon of yours is looking very handy right now..."
"Kruger, that psycannon of yours is looking very handy right now..."
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
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"This was evil manifest."
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Prius backpedaled furiously, blocking strikes from the power sword with desperate energy. His arms felt leaden, and he could sense that the officer was just toying with him, a superior swordsman playing with his prey. The Path troopers around them did not interfere with the struggle, not wishing to incur the displeasure of their leader by stealing his kill.
The bastard wasn't even breathing hard. "This can be quick," the officer snarled. "Your false Emperor can't save you now." He lunged, a strike that Prius barely dodged, the blade slicing through his armor as if it weren't even there and opening a shallow cut along his side. Prius would have loved to have given him a good pious oath in return, but he was barely able to maintain the rhythm of his defense, let alone fire off good one-liners. Suddenly, the officer fell over as blood blossomed from his chest, slumping to the ground.
"Guess... he could... you bastard..." Prius gasped.
The bastard wasn't even breathing hard. "This can be quick," the officer snarled. "Your false Emperor can't save you now." He lunged, a strike that Prius barely dodged, the blade slicing through his armor as if it weren't even there and opening a shallow cut along his side. Prius would have loved to have given him a good pious oath in return, but he was barely able to maintain the rhythm of his defense, let alone fire off good one-liners. Suddenly, the officer fell over as blood blossomed from his chest, slumping to the ground.
"Guess... he could... you bastard..." Prius gasped.
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Gix grappled with the Path trooper who had a least thirty kilos on him and insisted on hitting him repeatedly in the side of the with his forearm. Jolan was rather busy holding onto the chaotic's wrist to do much about it. Dizzy, the inquistor reached up toward's the trooper's face. The visor on the helmet prevented Jolan from going for a gauge, but he had a different idea. He smashed his palm into the trooper's chin, forcing his head up. Exposing his throat. Jolan Gix lunged foreward and tasted blood.
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Prius stepped forward as Gix bit into the trooper's throat... he couldn't properly stab the Path-er, without running the risk of stabbing Gix as well, and watched as blood fountained over Gix's face. If anyone could stop this creature, the inquisitor would have an idea... him or... whoever the warp it was who just entered the fray...
The Techpriests wheeled the armour into the centre of the room and started chanting- the form quickly moved into the suit and the Priests activated a strange device that captured the form inside. One of them nealt down in front of it and presented a shining blade; the being inside the suit picked up the blade and fired a ball of energy at the priest, frying it and the unfortunate Michaelson behind it.
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The mutant would not die. The blood flow had slowed and it was already clotting. He felt Prius close by. He pushed a message into Prius's mind. Pray aloud! Confront it with your faith! Remember what you are willing to sacrifice! Remember your devotion to the Emperor and what your are willing to give up in His name!
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Severa raised her plasma pistol and fired at animate armour. The fierce volley was dead on, striking the torso of the obscene thing.
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His mind was becoming a regular telepathic throughfare for whoever wanted to speak with him... it was rather unsettling.
He closed his eyes, centering himself... the psyk flowed through him, though he had not a proper name for the sensations as yet.
"I am the Emperor's sword and the Emperor's shield, I am the torch that burns brightly, lighting the way to salvation for mankind in His holy name..."
He could sense everything in the vicinity, even with his eyes closed. The warriors on both sides, the gaping monstrosity forming in the middle of the CP. He felt a shudder run through him as the warp touched his soul for the first time, confirming his darkest fears. His untrained mind met this with a wall of resolute faith, his voice rising.
"I will light myself afire with the flame of the Emperor, burning brightly to consume his foes..." he chanted as a nimbus of warp-energy gathered around him.
He closed his eyes, centering himself... the psyk flowed through him, though he had not a proper name for the sensations as yet.
"I am the Emperor's sword and the Emperor's shield, I am the torch that burns brightly, lighting the way to salvation for mankind in His holy name..."
He could sense everything in the vicinity, even with his eyes closed. The warriors on both sides, the gaping monstrosity forming in the middle of the CP. He felt a shudder run through him as the warp touched his soul for the first time, confirming his darkest fears. His untrained mind met this with a wall of resolute faith, his voice rising.
"I will light myself afire with the flame of the Emperor, burning brightly to consume his foes..." he chanted as a nimbus of warp-energy gathered around him.
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Adivan didn't even pause as he came through the door. Diving away from Kruger, he rolled to his feet and once again grabbed the upgraded meltagun from his shoulder. Murmuring a brief prayer to the Emperor, he took aim at the thing's torso and fired.
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
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"This was evil manifest."
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Prius felt the presence in his mind again. No, no. You're doing it all wrong. Here, allow me... The mutant attacking Gix dissolved. There. Now, this is promising.
Torquen, the suited figure, laughed. "Did you think me dead, Kruger? I have come back from the Warp, something not accomplished by even your illustrious Emperor! I only need one thing to make it complete. You."
Kruger realised what was happening too late- as the Daemon dagger shards drained him of his blood. He died.
Torquen, the suited figure, laughed. "Did you think me dead, Kruger? I have come back from the Warp, something not accomplished by even your illustrious Emperor! I only need one thing to make it complete. You."
Kruger realised what was happening too late- as the Daemon dagger shards drained him of his blood. He died.
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The mutant realed as Prius's psychic forde washed over them. Gix thrust it off with a single, force full shove. The mutant gained it's feet first, an advantage it became unable to exploit. Severa's cutlass cut it from right shoulder to left hip. The two seperate pieces fell to the ground
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"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
- Terry "Not a fantasy author, honest" Goodkind, bringing unintentional comedy to a bookshop near you since 1994.
"This was evil manifest."
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The twitching corpse of the mutant attempted to flow together and then with a sizzle like frying bacon dissolved into goo. The commissar has potential, thought Gix as he struggled to his feet. His force rod was at the ready and his other hand gripped the hilt of his new power sword. Twice today he had called upon the full strength of his powers. He readied himself for the third time. The wash of energy from Prius bolstered him. Raw, burning might had alway been his strong suit. He would soon learn if it was enough.
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Torquen was on a power trip of galactic proportions. "I am Hieronymous Absor Torquen, of" He laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "His Most Rotten Corpses' Inquisition. I will thank you for returning me to your realm by sending you to your eternal reward; The Gods of Chaos welcome you."
Torquen was on a power trip of galactic proportions. "I am Hieronymous Absor Torquen, of" He laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "His Most Rotten Corpses' Inquisition. I will thank you for returning me to your realm by sending you to your eternal reward; The Gods of Chaos welcome you."
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Lena Novadlroian, more than anyone, seemed to be having… fun. Perched up on a nearby rooftop, she was rather contentedly firing the plasma gun she’d acquired, occasionally letting out a shriek of malicious glee as one of the chaos troopers changed from (quasi) human to super heated red steam.
“Well…” she said, looking up at the massive form of the chaos summoned demon, “bugger me.”
Shouldering the plasma gun she grinned ferally, “Fucking bastard thinks it can chop up my gunships,” she said, watching with something approaching unnatural calm as the scope showed the demon’s body. “Hold your fire,” came a calm voice from behind her, and she spun around, levelling the weapon at the Inquisitor Lord, who seemed to, and indeed, did, appear out of thin air.
More figures appeared behind him, including the now familiar golden painted form of the Iron Man leader. With unnatural ease the machine produced a multi-melta its side, spinning it into its hand almost playfully, it raised it, even as the demon plunged to its doom entangled with an eldar skimmer. “Throne,” Lena hissed, “missed my shot now.”
“Well,” the senior inquisitor said, striding off down the stairs from the roof, pausing to decapitate a chaos trooper hiding there in a single flash of white light, he grinned, “Makes one feel young again!” he cried, and bounded off down the next set of darkened stairs. Looking out of a cracked window, he could see the form of the ‘blademaster,’ he hissed, and pointed, looking towards three of the Iron Men.
“Go help,” he commanded, and the golden one nodded for a moment, “I obey,” it said, and kicked the window, shattering the glass, a power sword in its hand, igniting with a snap-hiss even as it flung itself out of the window.
Taran blinked as the other two did the same, “If they were men, I’d think them insane,” he said, “utterly insane.” He watched incredulously as one of them paused to, literally, quite literally, feed a path soldier his own gun. It was a messy sight, but when inured to violence, as all inquisitors of his seniority were, it was simply amusing.
He looked at the doors to the manufactorum, tapping his chin. He closed his eyes, breathing in, deeply. The future opened up, not to the degree it would to those whose talents lay in that direction. Almost without thinking he plucked a pistol from his belt and held it out in a seemingly arbitrary direction. Another chaos trooper came into view, and Taran squeezed the trigger, blowing a hole in the man’s chest. He tried again, attempting to see the past, how to open that door.
Nothing came though, and he opened his eyes again, looking at the young, by his standards at least, captain, “There is something foul in there,” he said, “and I – we – I must face it. Alone” He brushed past the woman, who was keeping her plasma gun carefully trained on the door, and in a billow of black inquisitorial robes, he left the room. She scrambled after him.
“Well…” she said, looking up at the massive form of the chaos summoned demon, “bugger me.”
Shouldering the plasma gun she grinned ferally, “Fucking bastard thinks it can chop up my gunships,” she said, watching with something approaching unnatural calm as the scope showed the demon’s body. “Hold your fire,” came a calm voice from behind her, and she spun around, levelling the weapon at the Inquisitor Lord, who seemed to, and indeed, did, appear out of thin air.
More figures appeared behind him, including the now familiar golden painted form of the Iron Man leader. With unnatural ease the machine produced a multi-melta its side, spinning it into its hand almost playfully, it raised it, even as the demon plunged to its doom entangled with an eldar skimmer. “Throne,” Lena hissed, “missed my shot now.”
“Well,” the senior inquisitor said, striding off down the stairs from the roof, pausing to decapitate a chaos trooper hiding there in a single flash of white light, he grinned, “Makes one feel young again!” he cried, and bounded off down the next set of darkened stairs. Looking out of a cracked window, he could see the form of the ‘blademaster,’ he hissed, and pointed, looking towards three of the Iron Men.
“Go help,” he commanded, and the golden one nodded for a moment, “I obey,” it said, and kicked the window, shattering the glass, a power sword in its hand, igniting with a snap-hiss even as it flung itself out of the window.
Taran blinked as the other two did the same, “If they were men, I’d think them insane,” he said, “utterly insane.” He watched incredulously as one of them paused to, literally, quite literally, feed a path soldier his own gun. It was a messy sight, but when inured to violence, as all inquisitors of his seniority were, it was simply amusing.
He looked at the doors to the manufactorum, tapping his chin. He closed his eyes, breathing in, deeply. The future opened up, not to the degree it would to those whose talents lay in that direction. Almost without thinking he plucked a pistol from his belt and held it out in a seemingly arbitrary direction. Another chaos trooper came into view, and Taran squeezed the trigger, blowing a hole in the man’s chest. He tried again, attempting to see the past, how to open that door.
Nothing came though, and he opened his eyes again, looking at the young, by his standards at least, captain, “There is something foul in there,” he said, “and I – we – I must face it. Alone” He brushed past the woman, who was keeping her plasma gun carefully trained on the door, and in a billow of black inquisitorial robes, he left the room. She scrambled after him.
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Gix shuddered. Something was happening to Prius and in this context that could me only one thing. Possession. He turned to him and brought his force rod to bear. Daemonlogy was a difficult art he had yet to master, but he enough knowledge to make a difference.
"I COMMAND YOU IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME! LEAVE THIS BODY" His full psychic force hit flooded through Prius, a psychic hammer aimed at the possessing force.
"I COMMAND YOU IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME! LEAVE THIS BODY" His full psychic force hit flooded through Prius, a psychic hammer aimed at the possessing force.
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