*Enters through a Webway portal with a honor guard of Incubi, Trueborn, Scourges, and Hekatrix Blood brides* Your heads shall decorate my wall in Commorragh, soulless abomination!
* The Hive Tyrant, on a Hive Ship, watches over the opening moves* "Everything is going as planned" *The Tyranid's body then suddenly shudders* "uuugghhh.......I feel....a disturbance....in the Warp"
*Sends down more spores, this time holding swarms of termagants, hormagaunts, rippers, warriors, and genestealers as well as carnifexes and other assorted bioforms*
((okay let me get my DnD on... I mean my FreeForm on... gonna go as Skulltaker's not so well known kin. The Huntsman. A specialist in hunting psykers)) *The veil rips and the Huntsman appears, accompanied by twenty four Blood Hounds of Khorne. Actually... The Huntsman is rather shoved into the materium by his more well known kin, the infamous Skulltaker, once again out to see if his kin's skill is still as famed as some say.* SALLY FORTH! THERE IS BLOOD, SKULLS AND SOULS APLENTY HERE * The Huntsman cries out and forth did come more Bloodletters, neatly marching in eight by eight* KHORNE WILLS IT *The Huntsman grabs a warhorn and licks the very air of the materium and forth strode Bloodcrushers in cohorts of eight, trembling the ground underneath the feet of the Juggernauths they ride* THE FOOLISH MORTALS CHOSE A BAD DAY TO DO BATTLE *The Huntsman raises his sword and blows on the warhorn. A sickening blood gurgling cry echoes through the materium, the echo washes over the planet, sure to chill all the feeble souls in the knowledge of the bloodbath to come.* ALAS... *The Huntsman mutters* TRULY SAD TO SEE MY KIN IS NOT HERE TO REAP THE CHAMPIONS OF THE ENEMY *as he looks up in the general direction of Hive Tyrant, just to see if his message comes across. The message being "Come and fight me coward, lest you are fearfull my kin who has slain untold thousands of millions of yours without even really trying". *The legions of Khorne set out and The Huntsman, standing amidst the ongoing flow of soldiers that come forth from the warp, surrounded by his own cohort of Blood Hounds that are bound to him, blows on the warhorn just one more time before setting his first true step on this planet, making it drizzle red rain... or is that blood..?* ((Yes yes, his speech is in burgundy, his name in red and the mentions of Skulltaker are italic... whatcha gunna do))
*grabs some popkhorne. Watches* OOC: I've always been curious about a Daemons vs Tyranids battle. They get rid of both of their advantages. Tyranids don't feel fear, and will not be dismayed by daemons. Nor do they have souls, so they do not strengthen the Dark Gods with their deaths. On the flip side, Daemons do not have biomass to consume, thus denying the Tyranids strength as well. Thoughts?
