As the crowd cheered Kyle with fanatic furor,the arenas enourmous gates opened to give way to thousands of humans,all of them weaponless.As soon as they were corraled in,the doors slammed shut behind them,leaving them with the astartes.The crowd stopped chanting,in antecipation of what they knew was coming. "++Congratulations mister Kyle,you are about to be the executioner of a genocide.Everyone who disagreed with the current Caesar is in that arena.They were to be fed to the animals slowly,but it seems he has found a new use for them now.++" ""++Oh and mister Kyle,that reference was old 37.000 years ago++"
Kyle smiled, the bloodfrenzy now catching him at full force with the nutrition of the Khorne Flakes he had earlier. He drove head first at the humans, chainaxe swinging, barely hearing a word being said to him. Heads, limbs and torsos began to fly. Some of them tried to make a stand, and got a quick death for it. Other tried to run, but an axe or another body would catch them mid stride. They piled on top of each other, attempting to form a human ramp up and over the arena walls. Alas, Kyle was in full blown slaughter mode now, and the more he killed the more he allowed Khorne himself to drive his body. After a while, mounts of dead bodies and lakes of blood bath the floor of the arena. Kyle raised his chainaxes and screamed, "FOR KHORNE!! EAT YOUR KHORNE FLAKES AND WORSHIP HIS MIGHT!" He held up a box of his Khorne Flakes, to which the crowd roared on top of their lungs to have a spoon full from it. He turns back to the doors, waiting for more sacrifices for his god and possible people to educate to the importance of a balance breakfast.
No-one seemed to take much notice of the large demon clambering onto the roof of the palace. Maybe it was the arena. Or perhaps the armies & guards had been diverted around inside the hall, rather than out of it. All that was apparent, was that having a ceramic roof was a bad design choice. Mukk'dun slammed both of his diseased fists into the very top of the dome, creating a crude hole. The Demon placed himself upon the roof, over the hole, as the palace creaked under his weight. Royal guards and members of Caesar's family noticed the foul stench, but never thought to look above. As the army and other guards rushed about the main hall, barging servants out the way, thunder shook the halls. Except it wasn't thunder. Mukk'dun began to relax, and opened his bowels, unclenching and letting a good few years of Nurgle-ridden excrement rain true upon the poor souls below, about to drown in a brown surge of demonic dung.
OOC: Colapse never around! Delta went ahead and fired his Exterminator-Ray at the Legionnaires, one after another fell and the Dalek kept obviously counting. It was highly amusing when the first arrow hail came down on him and his force-shield simply stopped them. Or when they tried to stab him with their pointy inferior melee weapons. Whenever someone reached Delta in melee range, he used his Sucker-Plunger-Thing (scientific name of it! ) on their faces and sucked their air, blood and other things these humans need to live straight out of their body.
As the populace of Rome jumped from their seats to kneel before Kyle and his nutritious meal,the gates opened once again,but this time giving way to what seemed like a mensager.He pointed at Kyle,then at him,then at a chamber high in the arena,where a shadow could be seen in one of its Windows.Perhaps this was the audience the Berzerker was suposed to obtain?Kyle couldnt know for sure,as his Vox link had went dead shorty before. As the masses around him attempted to mimic his terrifying shouts to the blood god "For Khorme!Blohd for the Blohd gawd!",Kyle had to make a decision.
Kyle smiled, then swung both his chainaxes over his shoulder and followed the messenger through the door.
OOC.Deadpool is currently doing a cameo in a Lego game,so he couldnt come.Also i am more worried about Mehcaius.Unless i am not reading it well,he is in the place being shat on. Soon the soliders realised their attempts to harm the strange creature were futile,some breaking formation and attempting to run,others kneeling and begging for mercy,and others attacking their own comrades.All in an attempt to escape the hovering exterminator's wrath. Meanwhile,reinforcements from rome had arrived.Three more legions,thirty seven balistas,twelve catapults and two hobos,all ready to fight the menace. However,one human stood in front,and adressed Delta. "The Caesar wishes to speak with you.He has blocked the comunications with your master,so he can tell you of the dire truth about him.We have instructions to escort you to the arena where he currently is if you accept.However,if you refuse,we have orders to take you down"
The Messenger guided Kyle towards the chamber,where a very obese man indeed awaited him.What was surprising about this man was that he was much taller than the other humans he had seen in this world so far.he ahd the size of a Guardsman,and the waist of a Great Unclean One. The man moved his head with obvious dificulty in order to face the Khornate Warrior. He sent you,didnt it?I knew he would eventually,i just didnt expect it to send a Khrone Berzerker.Maybe he expected your rage to blind you,to disallow you to listen to my words,to listen to reason.My psyker influence is blocking out his Vox communications,and i have send an invitation to those things creating trouble in the countriside,which i supose are associated with him as well.We should wait for them,then i will be able to tell all of you about him" The man then leaned back,falling into sleep into a matter of seconds.
OOC:Bossus will not interfere,i have already washed my hands out of this matter.Unless Maxis and Zacharias pull their shit together,this could be a very nasty situation.
