*I watch as the elbow attack falls back, a feint, and growl. As Bjorn pulls back for a double strike, aimed for my shoulders, I as he strikes forth, going beneath the claws, before springing upwards, slamming my body into the Wolf's mid section, most likely knocking him to the ground. On the ground, I quickly let go of my axe and pistol, their personal chains keeping them not far from reach, as I reach as I use both hands to pin the deadly claws to the ground by grabbing the joint at the elbow, keeping the arms from rising from the ground, the boons of Khorne now being apparent, as the berserker is clearly stronger than a run of the mill loyalist. Keeping the arms pinned as such, I slam my armored head into that of the Wolf repeatedly, most likely dazing and damaging the exposed skull of the loyalist marine. Should this work out, I would use this moment of daze to recover to my full stature, leaping back from the down marine, grabbing my weapons once more, awaiting his recovery. To kill a downed enemy would be to easy.*
*Considering at that point I was still right on top of your at that moment, and the limited reach of the Power claws once the opponent got within to close proximity, the best one could do would be to slam the claws on my back pack, allowing for acceptable damage.*
(Would just like to say, this combat is very...disorganized? Save it for the game fellas, THAT would be a true fight to see.....even though the Berzerker Champion would still win since you know KHORNE'S FURY>Corpse God Blessing)
Not as the runes around my neck speak to our fortune, the grace of the All-Father protects us, and the strength of Russ empowers us to make pulp of our kind they shant!.
*i then say "fuck this" and call my wolf in to aid me, it slams into you full force knocking you over, as it pins you to the ground mauling you, i stand up, and pull out my bolt pistol, and proceed to empty it into your head*
(@LordFang, sorry about that, call it some interesting backstory for when me and Bjorn finally meet on the battlefield. @Bjorn, how bout we call it a tie Pup?)
*Hearing the thud of the ThunderWolf approach, I whistle, and as the great beast lunges, it finds itself under assault from MY steed. The shining brass trimmed Juggernaut of Khorne slams into the beast's right flank, sending it sprawling to the ground, allowing me to continue with my previous move.* (Still willing to make it a tie)
