<Feron> What madness had been wrought drew Feron's eyes before any daemon fiend for what else would of been awaiting them? Watching bodies stretch out towards the edge of infinity he looked upon flesh that rippled like water, limbs bobbing upon currents of shifting hair and chained faces screaming out for mercy. There wasn't a flame thrower big enough for this job. Of course these people weren't their concern, loyalist sacrifice fodder or willing cultist volunteers it mattered not, what did were the three figures awaiting them. An unnatural chill gripped Feron's limbs bringing him to a halt as for several moments he only looked upon Belakor, Skull-Splitter's flame growing to nearly consume the entirety of the weapon itself along with his gauntlet warming locked limbs once more. "Any bets that one will be arrogant enough to just watch while we hack apart his guards? " It wouldn't be entirely out of character for greater daemons to take such a chance, let alone one radiating with that much power. Legs forced forward again he began to approach, perhaps some dramatic monologue was in the wings, or perhaps the pair of princes would dive straight into the fun, only one way to find out. "Tempestus, shall we split the duty of holding their attention equally? Pick up whoever I don't start hammering. Everyone else, shots and strikes of opportunity, work together and make the best of this. We're in the home stretch and come this far, our greatest trial awaits. "
"I will take belakor the dark master, the damon prince on the center so buy me time while distact8ng the two bigger daemons" as he spoke he did not look at the others but there was rage in his voice greater than any had heard before from him "feron it has been an honour serving with you" as he spoke he walked past the others all hos psychic power flowing through his sword
< @Draconion @DeranVendar > Temvero fell to one knee. Not out of fear, but it seemed his wounds were finally catching up to him. Blood loss made the room spin. He was pushing himself quite hard, and it was probably not the best thing. "Brothers... I am afraid I am no longer at optimal fighting capacity." He told the other Salamanders as he rose unsteadily to his feet. "Please forgive me. But I will fight with you." He switched to using his Kraken rounds as he got into an overwatch stance... hopefully he would actually be able to help. He readied himself to fire at targets of opportunity, as ordered.
@DeranVendar @BadD09 "Well then," breathes Draconion in perverse appreciation as he takes in the scene. Who knew the Archenemy had thought them worthy of this much attention? Rolling his shoulders and flexing his neck in anticipation, he feels the stiffness and heaviness in his left arm, reflective of the same slow mortification of his spirit as the stresses of battle catch up to him. Seeing Temvero sag to one knee at his side and the wounded, ragged state of all present, his brow furrows as a desperate plan occurs to him. "Uncle, Tem - I have a plan, but it needs both of you to work. Tem has a depthless well of rage, which is a bottomless reserve of strength, but almost impossible for one man to control. Yet, what if we could share the burden together and distribute both the stress and the power amongst us? We are Vulkan's sons, and with enough of us together, we can endure any fire and turn it to purpose, like the components of a great war machine. I can act as controller and conduit to stoke or slake Tem's fury like a throttle and share it between us three according to our needs and ability. That way, Tem can fight with the Emperor's own wrath while keeping his head, while us two can have additional strength to see us through this battle. Vulkan knows, I am almost at the end of my rope...I need more juice just to keep this arm running."
"Fair enough, dubs on one of the ugly bastard's fangs. I'm assuming we're going to split its head between us since it wouldn't be fair for one of us to take the entire head right?" Satoshi raised his sniper and watched for one of the large ass daemons to get distracted enough by the melee fighters before taking a shot.
<Main Level> "The problem with your assumptions," the voice of the Daemon Prince hammered inside each of their minds, all of them who suffered trials in the Yellow City couple of levels back knowing that this was the same voice who played those little games with them earlier, "Is that you think you have a chance and that I'll wait for you to devise a plan. No my friends, your base logic is flawed. Let me demonstrate." As Be'lakor's voice and sheer presence assaulted their senses, it was too much for an untrained mind and Fenix slumped back on all fours, her mind in ruins and she spat some gibberish, shaking and crawling into a heap. Second was the Dog Daemon (OOC he looks like Anubis) who lowered his glaive and it discharged a blast of Nurgle's own concentrated pestilence that speared over to the Team's position. Their obvious mistake was holding back in the middle of a road with no cover whatsoever and remained exposed, which was of course what the Daemons planned all along. Blast hit Temvero dead on, burning through his armor and melting his skin until nothing was left but a pile of dust and bones. Dog Daemon then moved with much greater speed than it was possible and launched himself at Feron, Skull-Splitter managing to block the glaive but only barely, as acid fell from it and sprayed Salamander's armor, burning though it with the ease of a melta gun. Simultaneously, the Slaaneshi Daemon followed through and slithered through the air, landing straight were Satoshi was. Four arms with that many swords slashed at the Ronin. Two went through his rifle destroying it on the spot while two other went through his shoulder pads and exiting on the other side, his collar bone shattering under impact. Gaius, being closer to Satoshi began firing his storm bolter in an attempt to get the thing off him but bullets made little damage to the monster. "And this is not arrogance?" Be'lakor asked, amused as Tempestus took all by himself to attack him. He watched the Librarian moving up the stairs before he opened his palm and a spray of continuous purple flame was launched at him, slowly peeling his armor away despite the Watchman holding his sword in defiance.
"You are never arogent then" as he walked he laughed "if i die here i dont mind" as he aproached the damon prince he ignored the other daemons "i chalange you to single combat do you except or are you to cowardly"
"Really?" Satoshi grabbed the two swords impaling his shoulder with his pinned arm, and using them to hold the daemon in place, took Mamushi out and stabbed it at the chest of the Slananeish Daemon. He made sure that it couldn't move with one arm while attacking it with the other.
<Feron> Temvero was dead and Fenix was a shell for a broken mind, whether she would be a permanent loss or not remained to be seen. Both fueled his rage as a Commander and the duty he was sworn to them, but Tem... "You killed my brother fiend!" The roar from behind Feron's own bile eaten helmet was turned up several octaves, voice caster broken it was still a thundering bellow of rage. Skull-Splitter broke from its current deadlock with the glaive, slipping just along the haft of the daemon's weapon so he could hammer into its knee intent on bringing it down to level. Simultaneously the Nurglite found Feron's last incendiary spat out from his shoulder mount, the short distance between them intended to see it crammed right down canine maw and into its throat. Wounds be damned, damaged armor could run off into the warp, neither of these three were going to escape today. Banished, destroyed, crippled and left to rot, Feron refused to accept that as a reality. Death may or may not be his destiny this day, but a thousand deaths upon each and every ugly head here.
"Dammit." Vulpin said as he rolled from the blast he Grabbed Fenix and began Dragging her to cover. "Gaius Help me Get Fenix to Cover" Vulpin said as he Grabbed Fenix and put her at a side of a pillar to giver her some cover. He gritted in teeth in anger as he kept hearing his dead friends, Crew, and Retinue. Fenix seemed to almost shifted into someone else as he took her into cover. He Quickly Grabbed his Infernus pistol and force sword. "Edd Over here Fenix needs your help gaurd her and give us support Fire!" Vulpin said as he rolled out. He grabbed his weapons and readied for supporting roll. He looked to Satoshi to help him out. He could feel parts of his armor being eaten away his flesh burned from the tzeentchian flamers from before and his ears still rang from the slanneshi Blast master. He grabbed his Infernus pistol and aimed it at the other daemons arm that was free and likely going to attack and he began firing at it with his infernus he then readied himself for a counter attack from the daemon by channeling his psychic energy into his force sword to help him withstand a blow if he got attacked.
