Kormaily He reeled back from the railing due to the shot to his chest. "Damn poison. Why do my cousins love it so!" He shook his head trying to clear the fog caused by the poison. He managed to get back to the railing and used it to steady himself and hopefully his aim at the same time. He took a few deep breaths and tried to clear the fog by blinking before firing at the transports crew once again.
Slark sighed and picked up a splinter rifle from one of the dead, it released string of slythian that meant something like this: "Alright assholes, you had your fucking chance" and scythed a string of shards through the crewmen.
Knivives- The incbus smiled as the spear stabbed into him he through his glaive up and made a slice at the spear and then at its owner. He coughed as he felt the spear go through his flesh
- Necros, Throne room With a long piece of wire, carefully wrapped around both hands for better leverage. Necros moved silently behind the Archon, Hertaerix Lecapant, specimen 0. It was not love that compelled Necros, formally Mal. Consciously, he simply admired her as a muse for his arts. Not believing in perfection, but he assumed she was pretty close. Bring his wire to bare, now only inches away from Lecapant's neck. Necros strikes with lightning speed. "Still 36, still? My dear Archon have you been ill? Last time I took your measurements, you were at least a 33 or 32 cm." Using the wire as a makeshift ruler, Necros proceeded to measure her arms and spine. Subconsciously, she reminded him of someone, but could never place a name or reason to remember. Choosing simple to ignore it as irrelevant.
Xileas hissed and cried out in pain as she dangled by the transport's side, hanging on by a mere clawed hand that was getting more tired by the second. She just couldn't hold on much longer and looked to the Incubus who seemed to be faring much better than she did right now, even if she could feel the pain. "YOU! INCUBUS-", she started, opening up her throat again and coughing blood, "GIVE-- ARROGANT--- BITCH--- COMMAND! ARYMEA! ARYMEA! COMMAND!" With that, she let go, trying to use her wings to fall more safely. Everywhere was more safe than where she was right now.
<Tyr> "THAT'S RIGHT!! FALL BEFORE THE WRATH OF THE EMPEROR'S FAITHFUL!!" The Stormtrooper shifted targets with ease, demonstrating the skill and discipline of those trained to be stormtroopers.
The warrior tried to fight back out of fright, seeing as an attempted lunge for Arymea's throat was stopped by Arymea managing to choke the fight out of her prey, leaving her target helpless to any further predation by Arymea. Kormaily's wave of shurikens reached the crew and took another crewmember's life, with a barrage to the neck and nearly severing it from the body. No return fire was forth coming for that reason, as the one person who had the means to fire back was dead. Slark caught the crew off guard with his splinter rifle's string of shards, picking off another member of the Transport's crew with a shard to the head of the fortunate victim, having been saved from what would happen if he had been captured. Kinive's attack would have taken out the spear, if not for a well timed dodge by it's owner, who then drew a dagger and went to work on his left hand, and managed to cut it off from his arm, leaving him with the choice of either staying on the Transport in an attempt to fight on, or drop off it and try and cut his losses,(-3) Xileas did not manage to fall safely at all, landing on the bridge with a crack of a broken bone. The crack soon show itself to be a broken spine, but thankfully the damage was only low on the spinal chord, and so Xileas didn't die, but she had the effect of being paralysed from the waist down from her cracked spine. Tyr managed to miss the crew completely, doing no damage at all to a a single member due to sheer bad luck, as all of his targets dodged his lasgun fire without even managing to break a sweat over it. The lack of ranged weapons, and the general perception that Tyr was harmless saved him from reprisal. Arymea:12 Kormaily:7 Kinive:2 Slark:2 Tyr:12 Xileas:1 Bleeding Edge Warriors(Basic)-7 Bleeding Edge Raider(Experienced)-8 Bloody Eye Transport Crew(Novice, Horde, Enraged)-5 Bloody Eye Raider(Experienced, Immobilised, Crew-less)-2 Bloody Eye Raider(Experienced, Crew-less)-4 Bloody Eye Transport(Novice, Immobilised)-17
"Let us finish this already!"Arymea roared as she stood up, somewhat delusional to that the most of her team were heavily wounded. She readied her carbine and engaged the closest Warrior, attempting to kill them by straight chest shots.
Kormaily He was relieved he didn't have to suffer any more of the poison. He steady his breathing and hoped that the poison effects would subside. He used the railing once more and fired on the crew again hoping to finally end this fight so they could escape with their prizes. "I agree, we must end this now!"
"Finally decided to rejoin the fight then, Arymea!" The sslyth then heard a hacking noise, the kind that only happens when a limb seperates from it's owner. Quickly Kinives situation became apparent, one that Slark could relate to, having lost two of it's own arms. Since the sadistic assailant had his back turned to Slark, it was perfect opportunity to shoot him in the back
