40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.
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Hellgun spent, Prius gripped the barrel and swung it like a baseball bat, connecting with the grenade and launching it back the way it came.
After all that calming talk, he watched the inquisitors go nuts and decided it seemed like a perfectly reasonable response. Discarding the useless hellgun, he drew his powersword and kicked off the wall toward the marines...
After all that calming talk, he watched the inquisitors go nuts and decided it seemed like a perfectly reasonable response. Discarding the useless hellgun, he drew his powersword and kicked off the wall toward the marines...
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Across the room a traitor legionaire did not see his end coming. He was frozen in place as the commissar closed. A sweep of Prius's power sword decapitated him just as he began to recover. His comrade shook his head and began to focus as his battle brothers died.
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In the normal course of things, Prius was not a strong psyker with regards to mental offensives, but he had focused his everything into one vicious attack that had overwhelmed his target...
But left him with precious little reserves as his decapitation swing set him to spinning helplessly in the room... lashing out with his boot, he kicked the marine's corpse, at least aiming himself toward a wall that he could use to regain control...
He knew it wouldn't be enough, though. He could see the other marine regaining focus, and knew that he would die before he reached the wall...
But left him with precious little reserves as his decapitation swing set him to spinning helplessly in the room... lashing out with his boot, he kicked the marine's corpse, at least aiming himself toward a wall that he could use to regain control...
He knew it wouldn't be enough, though. He could see the other marine regaining focus, and knew that he would die before he reached the wall...
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Training and instinct took over. Ordinary bolter rounds posed a threat, but close quarters against a mere human was not a thing to be feared. The marine launched a hail of fire against Pater, blasting chunks out of his battle brother's armour, before his conscious mind placed a power weapon as a priority above a bolter. By then the colonel-commissar was too close to shot and close combat had begun.
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The marine staggered and swayed as he was struck with his battle brother's body. The momentary distraction proved costly, opening up to Prius's lunge. The blade punched through his armour effortlessly and ruptured a lung before the marine could pull away. The deadly warrior ignored the wound and feinted, looking for an opening. It was annoying to be at a disadvantage of both reach and weapon quality, but the puny human's wounds meant that this would be over momentarily and then the power blade would be his.
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His scrabbling fingers found purchase on the wall as he hacked away desperately with his other hand, no form or artistry to it. His schola swordsmanship instructor would kick his ass from one end of the academy to another if he were to witness this display, and a plea of extenuating circumstances held little weight in the commissariat.
Results did weight heavily, though, and a lunatic insanely swinging a blade that could cut through nearly any manmade material was a daunting target to approach indeed...
Results did weight heavily, though, and a lunatic insanely swinging a blade that could cut through nearly any manmade material was a daunting target to approach indeed...
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The traitor twisted at the last moment, causing the gun to shift. It merely scored armour, blasting out a chunk. The marine grabbed and crushed the lasgun barrel with his fist as he lunged at the inquisitor with his chain knife.
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The powerblade punched all the way throught the traitor legionaire, destroying his primary heart. He reflexively severed the forearm of his attacker and turned back towards the inquisitor.
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Adivan's energy blade came down in a blurred arc, slashing through the vacuum fastert than the eye could follow. The Inquisitor felt it strike the Chaos Lord's neck, shear through the remanants of his enemy's wards, and slice through skin, flesh and bone like butter.
He blinked. His target wasn't there any more. Not dead, not disintegrated, just... gone. At the very last instant, some power had reached out and snatched him away, leaving behind a severed arm and a hissing, hating Daemon-sword.
And the dead. There were a lot of them. A glance showed Adivan that only two Stormtroopers remained, both severely injured; one of the technicians had been reduced to a red mist covering half the surfaces in the room, while the other had been hurled against a wall ahrd enough to break most of his bones. Captain Fortis was apparently stil alive, though more badly wounded; the medic tending him had been between him and Mortragor, and absorbed most of the blast. His skeleton was now embedded in the wall.
Must get medical attention for them, the infirmary is... that way. Still, one thing to take care of before I go... Wearily, Adivan stretched out his hand, and his faithful combi-weapon floated over to him. The flick of a switched primed the meltagun, and he aimed carefully at the floating Daemon Sword. He pulled the trigger, and a bolt of incandescent energy hotter than star leapt from the muzzle and caught the blasphemous artefact head on. Something distant and inhuman screamed, and Adivan's auto-senses temporarily cut out as the flash overwhelmed them. A hearbeat later, they were back, and he could see again.
He blinked. His target wasn't there any more. Not dead, not disintegrated, just... gone. At the very last instant, some power had reached out and snatched him away, leaving behind a severed arm and a hissing, hating Daemon-sword.
And the dead. There were a lot of them. A glance showed Adivan that only two Stormtroopers remained, both severely injured; one of the technicians had been reduced to a red mist covering half the surfaces in the room, while the other had been hurled against a wall ahrd enough to break most of his bones. Captain Fortis was apparently stil alive, though more badly wounded; the medic tending him had been between him and Mortragor, and absorbed most of the blast. His skeleton was now embedded in the wall.
Must get medical attention for them, the infirmary is... that way. Still, one thing to take care of before I go... Wearily, Adivan stretched out his hand, and his faithful combi-weapon floated over to him. The flick of a switched primed the meltagun, and he aimed carefully at the floating Daemon Sword. He pulled the trigger, and a bolt of incandescent energy hotter than star leapt from the muzzle and caught the blasphemous artefact head on. Something distant and inhuman screamed, and Adivan's auto-senses temporarily cut out as the flash overwhelmed them. A hearbeat later, they were back, and he could see again.
"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."
- Terry "Not a fantasy author, honest" Goodkind, bringing unintentional comedy to a bookshop near you since 1994.
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The traitor lunged, his chain knife grinding against Pater's staff as his free hand reached foreward to seize and crush.
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