OOC: So what? No battle. Not even a little one? I mean, we got this wannabe Night Lord Astarte(with natural spiky bits) against a team of all Pre-heresy Chaos Space marines(and that slaaneshi). Yeah...two turns max. I think you forget we are not Deathwatch Marines Uriel, we are better. But I guess Ill play along. #Thesehashtagsaredumb #Haventbeensnuffedbypowerofchaos While he would have rushed in, even after hearing the order, he had seen what power the sorcerer held. Even if it denied him a chance with his pray, Rorschach followed the commander back out. His artificial wings allowing him to leap far into the next corridor and carry himself far away from the prey and the Woman.
(OOC I warned you in advance that my posting would be limited. You could have at least let us do something #SuperfluousPlayerCharacter #NightLordWantsGlory ... next time better be good )
OOC: Okay okay there... Take some glory! Fireteam Inferno: Primary Objective: Kill an Astartes Secondary Objective: Record the murder Satharn Tem - Night Lords Astartes (@Jorimel ) Atax Echidna - Dark Mechanicus Slaaneshi (@Casavay ) Krax Brutalus - Black Legion Undivided Astartes (@Colapse ) Rorschach - Night Lords Astartes (@Xaphen ) Before Yriel could completely finish her spell she got a Bolt Pistol shot right into her chest, that was suddenly drawn by the Black Dragon, letting only a tiny Vortex of Doom emit that uncontrolled sucked in the bone-throne and pieces of the ceiling before already vanishing as it had not materialized completely. Zadkiel who didn't even see a Bolt Pistol on the body of the Black Dragon before heard the shot and saw Yriel falling, he caught her as he luckily did not run far yet and tended to her wound. Luckily she wears armor under her robes. "What are you waiting for?! GO AND FINISH HIM ALREADY!" The Commander instructed, obviously emotional about the possible loss of his Lead Sorceress, after all where would he find replacement of such a capable Psyker?!
Satharn wasn't going to wait for the uncertain tides of sorcery to do an Astartes' job. He leapt down behind the wreckage of the 'throne' just as the last pieces of it were sucked away, using his forward momentum and considerable mass to make sure he landed heavily enough to draw the enemy's attention. A blur in the black. If he was noticed, he would shoot the Black Dragon with his bolter aiming for the head and neck. Vulnerable joints were highlighted in the Night Lord's visor as he blink-clicked on the record rune. Killshots like this weren't good viewing but it wasn't a contest of finesse. Just murder. Satharn Tem was good at murder. If the Black Dragon didn't take notice of his foe, or one of the others distracted him, then it was time to use the chainglaive. The Night Lord hoped there would be a distraction.
“You were a capable enough warrior” Grythan conceded as he watched the mutants flee from the group of Astartes. “But then again against these mutants, anyone would look like a capable warrior” He powered down his jump pack, its gradual whirring could almost be described as a disappointed rumble. “So, did you run out of sport on your mission then. Tracking down Eldar sounded like a delight.” Thumbing the rune on his power sword he sheathed his weapon while looking to Argyle and his pose.
While his Night lord brethren had moved first, Rorschach followed up. Before Zadkiel could even catch the Sorcerer, a trail of black smog dusted him. The Raptor was already in flight to his opponent. The plan was to give the Dragon no chance of escape. Either to be hit by the bolts and risk the chance of death or feel the cold sting of a Nostraman Chain Glaive and risk death. Death either or both ways. Coming down with his feet aimed directly at his opponent and his Glaive in both hands, Rorschach's artificial wings let off a final cough of power. The force pushing him down as fast a lightning. Claw like sabatons making their way to the fool's corpse. (I assume my Icy Aura takes effect if I land near him)
"I dare say it was a disappointment, no hunt to be had they simply tried to -swarm- us. Bunch of desperate xenos just looking to die. Our Little Imp Orgeten decided to throw them all into a further frenzy to boot, at least it made them that much easier to slice apart. Whatever they keep for beasts around here will certainly be eating quite, quite well. Anyways yes, we finished early figured we would do our little group a favor as a whole and bring everyone else up to speed so we all look good, or some good and the rest passable. " Argyle flicked his ponytail out, waiting for this Head Nurse figure to show up once.
With the impending horde now on the run, Redeger carefully let the spell go. The now released power manifested itself in a wave of whispers that seeped into the minds of all nearby, perhaps causing the odd muscle spasm or rogue thought. For now though, all he could think of doing was talking to the head nurse that had been mentioned back in the briefing. He knocked on the door and waited a moment, only now realising how badly this could go wrong if she blamed the mess on him: "Hello? We stopped the mutants."
Inferno Echidna dove away from Yriel, recognizing a Vortex of Doom when she saw one. She rolled to her feet elegantly, using her wings and mechadendrites to balance out the momentum, and clicked her tongue at Minotaur. "Don't stand around there! Attack already!" As the flesh golem set to move, the warpsmith noted with dismay that her speed wasn't Minotaur's speed, and the corpse was already slowed and crippled by its servitorization. It could not hope to keep up with a raptor. Or, she mused, watching Tem utilize Occam's Razor to lethal hilarity, a skilled murderer. She reclined on her mechanic limbs and preened the feathers of her wings, plucking out bits of dirt here and there. Minotaur's charge culminated in a shoulder tackle, having gained speed as he ran, making enormous bounds with his long legs. The poor corpse had no choice but to obey his mistress' orders, even as it became apparent his attack might interfere with the raptor's dread charge. Alas, Atax was entirely elsewhere with her attention, and so, the servitor rumbled onwards and begun his tackle even as the daemonic frost surrounding Rorschach took hold on his body - the pain and throbbing numbness registered even past his mutilated nerve ends, wicking into his very being.
OOC: Will post later or tomorrow, am quite exhausted - sorry guys, I just want to make sure you guys get not just a 3 liner, lol.
