Come now, Chapter Master. What makes you think I would take your cherished gauntlets? Even I have some measure of "honor". * Decimus cannot help but chuckle darkly at the previous statement. The thought however, of how good a trophy they would be, did find itself crossing the Chaos Lords mind. *
Anyone who would turn there back on the Emperor has questionable honor at best. I am to assume you have none until otherwise demonstrated. Even then; to preserve what little honor you have I would have to end your life foul servant of Chaos.
None of us know what honor truly is, Brother. We all live lives mired in Bloodshed and Barbarism. Regardless, I find the event of you ending my life to be very...astronomical. * The Notion of fighting the Great Chaptermaster of the Ultramarines was an interesting one. The two had led very long lives and whilst Decimus still remembers the heresy as if it happened only years ago, He does not once think of his opponent as being any less experienced. *
You lost the privilege of referring to me as brother when you sold your soul to the Chaos Gods. *Pauses for barely a second and evaluates that though clearly old, this Chaos Lord has yet to display any skill, best to try and bait an attack* I am not here to debate the philosophy of the true definition of honor, it is enough to know that you lack it. The light of the emperor is with me he fills me with purity of purpose, what awaits you is an eternity of torment at the hands of the gods you pledged fealty to.
In the end, are we all not at their mercy? * A sword erupts from a column of warp fire, finding itself in the terrible grip of Decimus' right hand. Its once beautiful and wondrous craftsmanship now marred by the terrors of the Warp. The Blade itself seems dulled, Charred into an obsidian or burnt shadow of its former self. This was not the case. Acting as if on cue, The mad howl of a daemon could be heard, its curses echoing out into reality as maddening whispers. Furthering this terrible spectacle is the sudden screaming of an indeterminable amount of beings. This was Voidflayer. The Gift Decimus had received so very long ago. It was a daemon weapon, one that wailed with the screams of those long since damned by the weapon. To simply pull out such a ravenous destroyer could only mean a few things. Decimus either wanted to end it quickly or he respected his opponent enough to afford them this opportunity. Whatever the intent, The summoning itself heralds destruction. *
Here is my part - http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/threads/so-this-is-where-the-heretics-reside.1420/page-16#post-32682 Read the last 4-5 pages... for chaos... and lulz
Suffer not from the stick bugs aka cockroaches of the galaxy, just step on them whenever you get the chance to
Eldar are but frail twigs with hardly any flesh to rend. The blood god starves even if thousands were slaughtered! Bwahahaaa!
