<Gladius Tiberion> "I'm...*grunt*....working on it...ma'am." the last was said through gritted teeth as he strained to pull the knife through the neck of the Nurglite. Crusaders...try and try as you might, its never good enough for them, heh, they're just like women in that regard. (OOC: No offense is intended by this remark).
Not scared of what was to come, or what was to happen. Xaphen charged, bayonet mounted on his rifle. He let out a small burst of las before actually going in for the strike to try and kill the Plagued man. No fear in his step. No other thought on his mind. The Inquisitor was going to die. Whether he perish as well, was not of his concern.
Orion lifted up his hammer in a guard as he kept up his chanting, he had hoped Sicarius would also have joined in but This would have to do, he would have to use it before it reached effective use at This pace, but so it was, White fire would burn all the foes of the grey knights away
OOC: Highly doubt it. Sicarius joined his brother in his chant, willing more and more of his power into the loyal Inquisitor's body and weapon.
As Inquisitor Bernstein wanted to take another hit with his Daemon-weapon to destroy Lorelei Kirsten for sure with the million disease held within, Xaphen stormed the daemonic creature that was once an Imperial loyalist, probably due to the fact that he was held up in melee. However, given that Lorelei was incapable of being a danger with her obsession to her blade and not letting it go, the Inquisitor actually stabbed the knife right into the left eyeball of Xaphen, sending the various diseases right into his brain and across his body which not just killed him, but made him one of the many undead creatures he fought earlier. He attacked Gladius before he could drive his knife one more time into the neck, the now deceased Xaphen took him to the ground by plunging right on him, chewing on his comrade's helmet. Critcal Hit - Eyeball. Against Xaphen. Deceased. Turned into Enemy. Light Wound - Back. Against Gladius Tiberion. Konrad growled and went to his knee, slamming his ancient daemon-killing knife into the spine of Xaphen and kicking his now resting corpse off Gladius. Xaphen dead. While the Non-Astartes struggled with one another after the effect of Bernstein took place, and the Inquisitor already ought to strike now the lone Kirsten down, in fact a mighty spell has focused which he had not thought would concentrate this quickly - alas, the sudden burst of Sicarius' chant allowed Orion who was in near perfect condition to gather the Holocaust and aim it right at Bernstein. Ironically the stuck blade was his demise, as any Marburg would rather perish along with a daemon than to save their own skin! The Inquisitors' eyes widened enough to almost peel his eye lids off as the pure-white orb of pure faith would clash right into his chest where it would flow through the entire body. And while the daemon screamed and roared, ending his end. Konrad would make sure he was destroyed. "Puritas stellarum perivimus, Merihimus!" He spoke the holy words combined with his true name as the knife flew through the air, piercing the orb that Orion projected, causing it to detonate into a bright, white and burning light. It was blinding, even too bright for the helmet systems. After a couple of minutes when everyone's senses returned, there was barely any sign left of taint. The deck corrosion returned into a shiny steel-gray, the former Nurglite zombies were now mere mortals, freed from the pestilences that had infested their bodies. Only Bernstein completely disappeared as the death of the daemon demanded also the death of his tainted body. Konrad just collapsed on his back and took a rest. He was done for the day. And he was lucky that the acid also disappeared as it almost ate through his entire armor. Lorelei's sword was in pure condition and in the distance, through the bridge's window, the system's sun shone strong, radiating all of the Ordo Malleus warriors as if the God-Emperor himself blessed them with his light after this dark moment. The vox-beads of the team suddenly started to flare up through a million voices as the static disappeared and people regained control of their bodies as the daemon's touch left them, once again filling them with the faith of the God-Emperor. Eventually they were silenced as the local Imperial Navy Rear Admiral overrode the vox traffic straight to the Ordo Malleus crew. "Marburg?! Marburg! Come in!" But the Inquisitor just threw his vox-bead to the side, suggesting with a lazy handwave that someone should answer the far too young admiral already. Player Formation: (Health status incl. damage described above) Sicarius - Very Low Health - Critical Orion - High Health Gladius Tiberion - Very Low Health - Critical Konrad Marburg - Very Low Health - Critical (Broken Right Arm) Lorelei Kirsten Marburg - Low-Medium Health Haras Ilior - Very Low Health - Critical
<Gladius Tiberion> The Scion shakily got up from the ground and went to retrieve his power sword from where Bernstein had been. He hesitantly picked it up, then sheathed it and came to attention and awaited the Inquisitor's orders. Hopefully they were to go get a new arm.
After the succesfull purge of the intire brigde. Orion took a deep breath, it had been completed, and the deamons and warps powers kicked back into where they belonged, out of our dimension. He then hefted his nemesis force hammer over his back, thoug it had not been costless, a honered warrior had fallen in the fight, though Orion himself did not suggest that mortal footmen fought on the same fields as him, it was too dangerus, and inquisitor was one thing. But scions though truly capable men, they where still not Arstartes. He looked around, he was clearly the one in the best state of health, perhaps becouse he had started out by with covering fire, but then again he had still put himself in dangerus spots. "I will carry the scion, his body has been purged of taint" Orion said as he moved over to the center grouping, he could see that though he wasent in the best position, the Inquisitor and his sister was allright. his Helmet display told him his brothers too had seen better days, but they could walk none the less.
With a disgusted look, Kirsten sheathed her sword. "I know better than to trust overt purification...", she noted, scratching at the inflamed skin of her face, peeling of a strip of skin or two. The noise and feeling was disgusting, but she didn't want to imagine how she looked right now. The Crusader ignored the death. Obviously, it was part of the job, and inquisitorial stormtroopers died with alarming regularity. He died well, however, and she would certainly ensure his death would be honored. "Might anybody lend me their canteen?", she asked into a group that certainly had other problems right now as she followed the Inquisitor's command, and responded to the young Admiral, gleefully switching from Low to her mother tongue of High Gothic. "Yes, this is Marburg. State your business." Her tone was nothing less than condescending and rude, but to her mind, it was entirely justified, given the disarmed Scion walking around, the now dead living dead and their general state of health.
