<Architect> A pulse awakened the Eldar in the Wave Serpent deployed. It seemed something worth the alarm had entered the Eldar premises. Minnaloushe the pilot awole still in her sweater and her joints somewhat sore from trebling, while the Guardians all loaded up their weapons and awaited the commands of the only Aspect left by their side.
n <Watchers of the Anam> Moments before Aranethyr's telepathic speech, the four Guardians that had carried him complied to the Artisan. "Yes, Kais, we won't fail!" But then the Seer's voice came to their minds as a soothing breeze, a second breath and an ally to stand by. The group charged outside, letting out with their roars a myriad shurikens upon the now-regrouping foe.
As the Scorpions charged, two main enemy squads charged right back at them. Another squad of Wyches, and following clearly behind a group of Kabalite Warriors. The groups were strong, ten-strong each, were the Exarch and his pupils strong enough to fell them?
Liriasol handed around food, keeping the uncooked leftovers separate for tomorrow's breakfast and march through the forest. At least, he noted, as his breath curled in the cold night air, there wouldn't be any concerns about keeping it fresh. He left the meat well wrapped up in the hide and leaves, careful not to mix cooked and raw. Once everyone had been served - even the towering Dark Reaper keeping a watch over them - he took some himself, leaning back to savour the taste of the meal as he ate. Liriasol ate on the run too often. He cast a weather eye up at the sky: clear. What could be seen of it between the trees, anyhow. It would be a night to be glad of the warmth of his Ranger coat and the gear from his pack. He added some more wood to Visethianne's fire and glanced up at Vethellien again. "So, what do you see up there, brother? Are we in for a rainy night, do you think?"
<Cair> The Reaper jolted awake at the alarm and moved towards the back, passing Minna in the cabin, only to find several Guardians looking at him awaiting orders. "What do the scanners show Minna?"
The Reaper stirred from his place leaning against a tree, meal tucked at his belt. Mist fogged the lenses of his helmet, humidity was present and a few clouds from his vantage point. "If we are, it should prove light, I think. Thank you." He pressed his frame back into the tree, finding the natural contours and curvature of the ancient thing surprisingly comfortable. ((OoC: at work by the way. ))
OOC: Rharijem is still taller.... #GentleReminder @Sophie; the whole Kais thing... It irritates me so much as Tau fan xD I think all the time 'Talented' or 'Skilled' instead of 'Sir / Mister' xD @All ... Well waiting for the fight to continue or should I grab the scepter once more?
"Scorpions, kill the warriors. I will deal with the Wyches myself," said the Exarch, met by laughter from the Wych women. Such hedonistic creatures likely found his overwhelming confidence attractive; a man who, without fear, with only anger, faced off against a squad of ten as though they were ordinary warriors. But they weren't. Their individual skills might have differed, but they were all warriors of the Wych cults. Gladiatorial fanatics who spent their entire lives seeking death and glory. They had something in common, then, Veillon thought as his perception of time seemed to slow to a crawl and he lunged high into the air towards the approaching women, his crouched form passing over the Kaballite warriros and his blade leaving his hand mid-flight so he could catch it again underhanded. He fell down upon their leader, teeth tearing through her breast and into her heart as the others closed around him. He swung out with his Scorpion's Claw, a second Wych's head caught between the two prongs and crushed. A third approached him, so he turned his head towards her, fired his helmet's mandiblasters and subsequently melted the skin from her face. He finished her for good when his sword arm tore it out from their leader with a wide swing, the blade continuing until it ate through her neck and sent her head flying. Luckily, these Wyches didn't seem to be as skilled as those on the bridge. That was likely why these women were fighting in the battle, rather than undertaking the dangerous job of sabotaging a Webway Gate. As the three Scorpions began to fight their way through warriors behind him, the Exarch prepared to face the remainder of the squad. He swung his claw-arm around, firing the Shuriken discs out towards them in a spraying motion that killed two outright and injured a third. A fourth managed to slide under the shot before the arc reached her, but Veillon's boot stomped down upon her leg, breaking it with a scream. He pulled his sword up to parry a strike from a fifth, while a final shot from his Shuriken Catapult passed through the fourth woman's eye and into her brain. The fifth struck again, this time with both of her swords. The Exarch retaliated by meeting both of her strikes with his own - claw blocking one blade, his own sword blocking the other. Then, during their second-long struggle of strength, he slammed his head into her face with such force that her nose was broken and rammed into her brain. There were only two left now. They charged him, and the Exarch retaliated as though in a dance. He ducked and span underneath the horizontal strikes of one, his blade meeting her abdomen and parting her flesh so that her entrails could spill. He carried through with this motion, his legs pushing his sword up with increased force through the chest of the second as she held her blade up high in preparation to swing low. He paused there for a moment, peering into the eyes of the girl whose life was about to drain away at his hands. It was incredibly intimate; far more so than any other physical contact could possibly be - even making love, or sharing a life together. No, they were sharing a death. He gave her the only true release she would ever have, as her hair fell before her face and a grin crept upon her lips. She spoke no words, but simply fell forward against the Exarch's shoulder, her body limp and lifeless. He pushed her away with his claw, her body sliding from the blade and falling to the ground with her sisters. Only one Wych remained, whimpering and laughing at her injury, though she was too hurt to do anything but make noise. He moved over to her, kicking her in the head and breaking her neck just as the other Scorpions finished their own foes and began to follow him towards their next battle. "Where is Velepos?" Asked Veillon, noticing only two Scorpions remained. "The Dark ones slew him during the fight," one of them replied, which was met with silence.
OOC: You no saw that I approached Desek? Waiting for reply before I move on. http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/threads/soul-of-the-infinite-stars.20012/page-206#post-517162
OOC: Desek is currently passed the hell out and -won't- be waking up any time soon. So running away is out of the question.
