In the dawn of another heretical day, they had the luck still to be some of the first on the streets. No other cultist was seen on the bloody, dirty, sandy roads. Where the sand even came from, who knew? It just appeared over time, like dirt that simply nobody cleaned up. Strange things happened on this world. And the hooded figures were to roam free, for now. Their way was obvious to them, and so was the obvious fate of having to travel through the various districts of the city until making it to the outskirts. The deadliest going to be the realm of the pestilence and the realm of excess. In both, human, pure beings like the Sororitas were most attractive to the monsters residing there. But keeping a focus on the here and now, there was only marching on, until suddenly a loud rumbling came through the streets. A cart of some sort was pushed and came into sight, being pulled by four cultists in the same robes dressed as the Sororitas. On the cart had been dead and alive alike, one of the cart-pullers looked to the group. "You there! Come with us! We have found another group of fools who tried to escape Khorne's glorious bloody realm! We have a public massacre on the main plaza! Join Us! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" The other three laughed like maniacs on that statement. The groans of the barely alive individuals on the cart could be heard, getting louder as one started to crawl out and dropped himself to the floor, trying to crouch away. "Another one who tries to run?!" A cultist exclaimed annoyed and pointed right at Luccia (@Kalle ) "Don't just stand there, give us a hand, load him back up, will ya?!" Player-Tags: @Avenging-Angel | @lord-watchman | @Casavay | @Keidivh | @XV-878 | @Kalle
@Kalle "Or, why not add to their little corpse pile." She teased Luccia, her fingers already dancing around mercy. "They beg for His fire..." She whispered intensely. She restrained herself though, not wanting to compromise her sisters. She couldn't help but grin at the thought though.
A fateful moment. Luccia heard Decismus whispering in her ear, but in taking charge of their little band, Luccia had to keep her Sister's well-being in mind. Decisively, she stepped forth, casting a disdainful look down upon the crawling man, before drawing herself up in the most haughty manner, hardly deigning to look at the cultists. "You are a big boy," she shot back. "Do it yourself! Or are you scared of spraining your sword-arm?" she mocked. "Besides, we are ranging out, hoping to find worthy victims. You are welcome to enjoy the vermin you have collected." At the very least, she had attempted a ruse. If that failed, then she knew her Sisters were ready, should they come to blows with the heretics.
The tall, blond Sister of Battle waited, her face hidden below the shadows of her hood. She was tense, ready to pull her gun and shoot these heretics down, but waited for Luccia to act. It was obvious she had something in mind, and what kind of Sororita would Charlemagne be if she had anything less than absolute trust in her sisterly sacred bond. Still... better safe than sorry. A gauntleted hand remained on her bolter.
Marie grunted and turned her gaze away from the group, idly inspecting the entrance of a nearby house defiled with a bloody icon and feigning a casual disinterest in the situation in a bid to lend merit to Luccia's act. Underneath her calm veil, however, her muscles were tensed like taught wire in preparation to spin and open fire.
Extending a finger to hover over the chainsword's activation stud Yasmin waited for the cultist's response. All her instincts, and maybe the influence of Chaos, told the woman to just slaughter them, wanting to roar out a prayer to the God-Emperor, but she held herself in check, ready to act at a moment's notice.
"We serve as some of Lord Harkus (the Khornate in charge of this district) highest emissaries! You will do as we tell you to, or by the Blood God's will I will sacrifice you along with these maggots! They are high profile survivors and they will be executed at the chosen's (Harkus) command! Now get the frakkin' man back on the cart and help shoving, lowly Cultist-Woman!" The man replied angrily, pulling out a ritualistic dagger which had many zig-zags and plenty of dried blood all over it. It was emitting dark energies which just begged to be purged, most likely from the weird oval ruby that was embedded into the grip of the blade, truly a sign that this man was somewhat important in the district. The other cultists also put the cart down and drew chain axes. That these frail-looking men even could hold them. Apparently also they were either very talented or stupid to dare 4 vs 6. Then again they believed the opponents to be frail women, not daughters of the Emperor. Player-Tags: @Avenging-Angel | @lord-watchman | @Casavay | @Keidivh | @XV-878 | @Kalle
Sibri had to stop herself from jumping and clapping for joy, although a small her giggle escaped her. They would get to burn them after all! Father was so kind! She gave Luccia a pleading tug on her robe,"Sister, can we please kill them?" She whispered innocently. "They are begging to be cleansed, and Father would be so happy!" (@Kalle ) She then turned back to look at the cultists, a playful look gleamed in her eye as she her fingers wrapped around Mercy's trigger. She could feel the familiar heat of the flamer, and grew only more excited to share it with the cultists.
@Uriel1339 @Keidivh Luccia put a hand aside to signal for her fellow warrior-women to remain calm. "Let us play," she urged, and stepped forwards decisively, knife in hand and slipping out the sleeve of her robe, and pointed it right at the cultist leader in challenge. "We are warriors; not slaves to grovel at your feet and answer your every beck and call," she replied in a high voice. "I challenge your position and your honor, and I demand that you answer my challenge in personal combat - you and I alone - lest our Lord," in her heart, the God-Emperor of Mankind, "Sees you for a coward unworthy of His glory!"
Charlemagne certainly wasn't about to grant those men any semblance of a fair fight, and tensed up, ready to shoot them down any moment now. She didn't move yet, still remained a simple robed onlooker for now, but should a fight begin, she wouldn't hesitate to invoke the 'bringing a sword to a gunfight' trope for their foes.
