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"Brothers! To the fore!" Veteran sergeant Ranik of the Silver Talons 1st company yelled. He smashed aside several weak Chaos cultists in his huge terminator armor, feeling ribs snap and bones crack. "Purge these scum!" He roared into the vox, Captain Menian could be heard a dozen meters away, obliterating cultists with his almighty power mace. Ranik checked his vox reports, every one still alive, Chaos casualties high. He sidestepped a crude bladed staff and smashed his storm bolter into the wielders face, breaking its neck instantly. There, among the horde of gibbering cultists, he saw the Champion. The hundred still stood.
"There brothers, charge!" He cried through the comm and power flooded his body, primal hate for the very creatures that had nearly destroyed the Imperium. A Chaos Champion, wreathed in flame and glowing with power, stood only twenty or so meters from the terminator sergeant. Ranik sprayed several inferno bolts towards the twisted marine, but the flames melted the holy rounds before they hit the thing. Still one hundred stood.
Ranik charged through the horde, knocking weak men out of his way, sending them sprawling. "Spawn of filth!" He roared at the Champion, finally attracting the putrid creatures attention, the once man's face was twisted with power and contorted with pain. "You will meet your end here." The terminator challenged, swinging his blessed sword in his hand. "Lap-dog of the Emperor, you know not who you face." It slurred, the marines black armor seemed to change and move under Raniks gaze. "I do not know who I face, or want to. All I wish to do is rip your twisted head from your corrupted body." Ranik retorted, stepping forward as a circle seemed to grow around them, pushing every body away from the pair. Captain Menian and Librarian Delisno were watching the duel and fighting their own battles at the same time. The one hundred still stood.
Ranik surged forward, bringing his burning blade upwards towards the traitors hip, only to clash with the tormented metal of a twisted lightning claw. The two powerful energies held for a moment more before the combatants broke and span to face one another, this time, the Champion feinted quickly left, then feinted right, going in from below. Ranik just managed to deflect the well thought out blow but his balance was off, allowing the traitor to follow with a kick to the face, one which sent the sergeant spinning off his feet and into the hard concrete, fracturing the rock. In a instant, the black marine was on him, stabbing downwards towards the Silver Talons chest, Ranik pushed the blow away, only to get stabbed through the stomach by a long daemon dagger. He growled deeply and managed to thrust his head up, smashing into the Champions nose and making blood spurt from the broken bone. "Filth of the Emperor!" It shrieked and its face contorted into a leering daemons skull, stunning Ranik for a second, that second cost him his life. The Chaos Space Marines lightning claw was already stuck in the Talons upper chest, destroying his two hearts and three lungs. "My thanks, Ranik." The creature said into the sergeants ear with a dark grin after. He pulled his claw from the dead marines chest, letting the silver coated terminator armored man drop to the floor, coated in blood. "Victory, is, mine!" A voice roared, a eruption of blood covered the room. Only ninety nine were standing.
The mighty avatar of Khorne, a incredible Blood Thirster of the Blood God, stood exactly where the Champion had been, the body of the marine no longer there. "I. Am. Free!" It cried in a booming voice, rearing its ugly, canine shaped skull into the air, tasting the blood. Its arcane armor started to sizzle and blue energy surged across it, lighting it up. The greater daemon looked over to a silver Librarian, who was muttering strange words, blue energy crackling at his finger tips. The daemon laughed evilly and threw his whip out at the psyker, the burning whip cut straight through the space marines armor, killing the Librarian instantly. It surveyed the blood covered Imperial palace grounds, grinning horribly to itself. The daemon let out another sharp roar and a loud screeching sound could be heard of the intense white and purple light. Blood letters, foot soldiers of Khorne, accompanied by several huge and looming heralds on juggernauts, yelling gleefully at the prospect of a good battle. "Kill!" The Blood Thirster decreed and the daemons bounded forward, carving into the terminators with their Hellblades, slicing through the ancient armor like it was paper, ripping the heads from the marines bodies and throwing them into the large warp rift above their heads, ever spewing daemons of Khorne. Only forty were standing.
Captain Menian parried a warp blade, smashing the wielder across the stomach with his mace, knocking it back a few paces. But a Herald of Khorne would not die so easily, the huge blood crazed juggernaut bounded forward, slashing the captain down the chest, ripping open the artificer armor before the marine could block, Menian responded with a sharp smash along the daemon beasts head, killing it instantly. The herald flipped off, slashing its Hell blade down Menians back, drawing blood. "Blood for the Blood god!" It screamed and started to chop mercilessly forward, Menian only managing to deflect the blows. Finally, the mace, scorched and broken, split in half, letting the power inside drain away. The captain grinned darkly as the Blood letter stopped attacking to screech at its victory, only to be cut short as Menian plunged the broken but sharp end into the daemons chest, going up into the things head. Killing it. Menian, his vision going white, fell to the ground, defeated. The last thing he saw was the mighty Blood Thirster smashing open the holy and venerable Dreadnought of Chaplain Doromir and pluck the ruined remains of the champion out, devouring the weak and frail body whole. None were left standing.
So, what you think?
Constructive comments please, not rants about how s**t it is, etc.
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