<Feron> Tumbling down Feron stayed in motion for to still even a moment was an invitation for death to claim him in a sweep of electrified air. A foot jabbed out whilst his upper body twisted and a hand popped a looted krak grenade into his shoulder mounted launcher. It had been knocked off its axis from impacting the predator's hull but it still functioned and the Salamander would make use of that. Sweeping up to his feet Skull Splitter arced out in a warding blow while his feet carried on nimble as they could to keep a telling blow from landing and seeing his role cut short. "Feron, Son of Vulkan. " A curt exchange was punctuated by his bolter slinging up in his free hand to loose a number of kraken shells into the Angel of Absolution from barely a yard away, there was an expectation his weapon would be ruined, perhaps hand taken but these were things he was willing to pay as his bionic limb kept the gun stable while Skull Splitter was poised to counter intent on hooking the pick through his foes hands and disarming him if a strike came his way. He would put faith in whatever tactic Volorox might come up with and play along to the best of his ability.
"All right. Now we run," says Draconion, turning on his heel and sending a desultory burst of psychic plasma back at the daemon as he does so. As he sprints back to the upper levels (hopefully alongside Steinar), he speaks urgently into the command channel. "Draconion to Marmaroth and Feron - we are falling back your position. The greater daemon is coming this way and appears to be feeding off something at your location. If i had to guess, it would be the psychic significance of the severe acts of treasonous bloodshed that have occurred today."
<Steinar "FINALLY!" Greywold> "YOU WILL PERISH, AND I WILL ENSURE SO, BEAST OF THE WARP!" The Space Wolf promised to the beast as he further moved out of the vault. The Space Wolf pushed the Salamander forwards to make him move ahead, as he shot with his Bolt Pistol toward the Daemon. He knew it would have no effect. After the remaining clip was emptied he broke out into a full sprint after the Librarian. He had hoped it would get the daemon's attention off Draconion at least for a bit, so he would not suffer from it's warp influence. He did not understand it as a Fenrisian Blood Claw and could only guess, but he had heard tragic stories back on Fenris. Of how the warp can manipulate the Librarians of other chapters and twist their minds. He was not letting that going to happen to Draconion.
Volorox slammed back into the ground getting having bolt shots shred his chest he got back up more of his fury and more of his rage. He grabbed his combat knife and grabbed his melta charged and attached the melta charge to the knife. This should make this a bit more interesting. He said under his breath as he took it into his hand and set the charged and activated his jump pack. heading upwards then aimed himself downwards towards the Champion he first threw his combat knife down towards his power pack making it where a dodge would be hard if he tried to block him and dodge the knife. He then unmaglocked his power halberd and took it in his one hand and made for a strike. "FOR THE EMPORER!" he roared as he landed and swept left to right to hit him making least one of his attacks would hit.
Amraphel looked on in rage as the Alpha Legionaires suddenly retreated. The Coward had severed his bionic hand and what was even even worse, had stolen his sword. He cursed himself for his carelesness, he should have expected something like this from the scions of Alpharius. What a fool he was. With a lot of physical effort and under immense pain, he lifted himself up and rested with his back against a pillar. At least, the coward had only cut off his bionic hand...... the fool should have killed him and be done with it. From now on he wouldn't rest until he had his Vengeance. Amraphel whispered to himself: I hold a petience of stone and the will of stars and I will have my REVENGE. His unharmed hand formed a fist, held high in defiance of fate, cryinng out in silence, a last gesture against the shadowy sons of Alpharius. Slowly he rose to his feet Holding a plasma pistol in his unharmed hand. No matter what harm they'd to to him, he would Keep fighting until the end of days......... He took cover behind a pile of debris and opened fire with plasma pistol, hoping to support the others who were still fighting the honour guard. If he could not help them in melee, he would at least lay down supporting fire from a good Position.
Icelos lied there for several seconds before pulling the Axe out of his collar bone. He dropped it t0 the side of his opponent, letting him have his weapon, even in death. His arm was completely destroyed. The Inquisition's mark was now a mouldering mess of silver metal and with additional slashes throughout it. Now with the additional wound, his arm was barley functioning. He rised up and stumbled into some cover, hitting the wall of it with great force.With the Plasma pistol still in his hand, he could still fight and still die. He was not at full capability, but at this point probably no one was. He peered out to still see the battle raging on, but one key figure caught his eye. The Standard bearer. Now he was higher up, picking off the remaining stormtroopers with accurate Bolter fire. The Blackshield pushed himself forward and began to fire Plasma at the Astarte. Now more of a personal vendetta to the unknown Astarte.
The dreadnaught turned to the honor guard who had fired at him and flayed his mind with two warp lightning bolts, he then turned to watch the captain and decided something walking over towards him and marmoroth "brother leave this one to me" as he spoke he then let out a low growl "you have turned your back on the first and for that i find i pity you"
OOC ugh, sorry bros but I caught some bad cold and hit a writers block at the same time so this post will probably lack a lot in quality. This is also me speeding up a bit <Vault> As they started running, they could hear a shriek behind them as something began happening. Leering faces and wicked claws came at them from the walls and the ground. But there was something in the air, something Draconion could sense as everything began shaking around him (in psychic sense). They ran while the horde of flies followed them...(OOC feel free to get outside with your next post, Stormbird is waiting on you). <Courtyard> Kraken bolts connected with the artificied armor and it held on, however it pushed the Champion away from the Salamander, the warrior managing a returned spray of bolter fire that washed Feron and pushed him back on the ground. However he made the opening Volorox needed as his knife-throwing-melta bomb hit the jackpot, it landing somewhere on the shoulder of the Champion. Second later, the Angel of Absolution disappeared in a mist of burning metal, as if he never existed before. Combined fire from both Icelos and Amraphel saw that the Standard Bearer dropped on the ground alongside his flag, couple of of plasma shots hitting his armor and making holes in it. The warrior carrying Combi-plasma jumped in order to catch the flag from falling on the ground, thus evading Tempestus's psychic attack. The man aimed his weapon and was about to execute Librarian for his lack of attention. But then, the Dreadnought was saved as the warrior was obliterated by a lascannon shot, the huge form of Land Raider pushing through the gap in the wall. It was the same vehicle that was buried under the pile of rocks - obviously, Angelous did his task and made the relic tank useful again. The sudden shift in focus gave Marmaroth what he needed as Ill Omen went past the Captain's guard and sliced his arm while with a reverse blow it opened his chest, throwing Selion on the ground. Blood dipped from Chaplain's axe as he stood above his fallen foe, the pose ready to strike. "You are...too late," Selion gurgled, spitting blood in the process, "This entire thing...you are a fool Prophet...you and your men...are blind..." Chaplain's frowned as he heard the threat spoken. "So you are saying you planned on dying? Well, then your plan worked like a charm. But your allies ran? Why's that?" "My life...my soul shall be reborn...in the great garden of everlasting life...while you and your kind will burn for all eternity...Listen..." the Angel grinned as he rose his hand slowly and pointed at the Keep. And really, a slow rumble could be heard in the distance, making Marmaroth and everyone else look up. To those with enhanced sight, the slightest of movements could be seen in the snow above. Understanding what is happening, Marmaroth roared with anger. "SURVIVORS, INTO THE LAND RAIDER! NOW! CLEAR OUT IMMEDIATELY!" But the Flesh Tearer didn't forget the Captain as the black axe fell and decapitated the traitor, Marmaroth taking his skull as a trophy, before he moved to the transport, ground shaking more and more. He sent couple of orders, Gaius being the one who responded to Steinar and Draconion. "Our bird will wait for you at the Keep's entrance. Fast brothers, the mountain is falling down on us." And indeed, the final act of the 20th came to show, whatever they did caused a great avalanche to began brewing in the back, which the entire team saw as the snow started "running" towards them, faster and faster... Sirius was there as well, helping the wounded Blackshield and others who needed help and providing assistance so all of them could get to the safety of the big Tank fast enough before they get buried under all that snow...
<Feron> "Well thought and well played brothers..." Replying blearily into his vox to both Volorox and Angelous he thundered onto his feet pushing toward the tracked relic and planting himself just outside the loading ramp to provide covering fire for his allies as they started to pile in. It seemed there was little to fire at so his fire selector once more notched his Dragonfire rounds up to the task of spitting in the eye of Nurgle. The remainder of the clip was expended setting ablaze the bodies of the Honor Guard and their Captain to deny Papa Nurgle the joy of their rot. Once everyone else was crammed in he would join them with a single swinging step into the land raider.
Volorox Smiled as the Champion smelted down to char. He heard the battle rage on as it began to turn in there favor until he heard the chaplain's orders and looked up. he quickly mag locked his power halberd to his back and grabbed his bolt pistol and began covering from the remaining honor guard warriors. he slapped his Vengeance rounds in and began firing at the remainder of the honor guard he continued firing as others made there way into there land raider and kept firing even while he was on the ramp as others streamed passed. " LOOK HERETICS HAVE BECOME OF YOUR WEAK COMPANY ALL OF THEM LYING DEAD YOUR CAPTAIN HEADLESS AND YOUR CHAMPION NOTHING BUT SLAG KNOW THE EMPERORS' WRATH AS YOU WORMS SQUIRM IN YOUR FAILURE AS WEAKLINGS." Volorox yelled over the vox to the angels of absolution as he continued firing while on the ramp of the landraider
