Kremnar Eranite came out of his cover, firing bursts of his weapon and watched as about two-thirds of the mass reactive rounds got incinerated in midair by the enemy's infernus pistol. He pushed aside his irritation in order to adjust his aim slightly. With the way the two moved, the sternguard began 'leading' his target, firing slightly ahead of the Thousand Son so that the traitor would end up running into the path of the munitions. This forced his opponent to dedicate more time both to his own movement, distracting him from using his sorcery to assist his aim and rewarding the blackshield with several more hits into the enemy, bleeding him. Jumping into cover, Kremnar had but a moment to recollect himself when he felt the warp fire shot go through him. It felt as though someone had taken his body and dipped the lower portion into molten metal. Looking down, the sternguard registered that he could still move his feet and that the upper portion of his body remained attached to the lower half. He looked back over the cover slightly, spotting the Thousand Son, and focused on the infernus pistol in his hand. It continually proved to be the equalizing factor in this battle, and thus must be destroyed. Hearing the words of the enemy, Kremnar counted the shots colliding with his cover before jumping out again, firing his own volley. "A pyre of butchers and murderers huh? I'll lay the foundation for you with your own corpse then." Kremnar directed his fire at the arm holding the melta weapon, the weapon itself, and the area around it. He hoped that, of the shots that get through, some might detonate the weapon, the arm or create enough shrapnel around it to make the weapon malfunction and explode within the enemy's hand when he tries to fire it. All the shots came and went all within a roll, even as the sternguard veteran tucked himself behind another cover, this time a caved-in bunker, placing more cover between himself and his enemy. This fight would be long, regardless of his actions, and Kremnar aimed to be the last one standing at the end of all of this. OOC: Balanced attack. Defense on self.
Frustrated at the continued assault, only understanding of the importance of secure vox channels gives Vilhelm the resolve to keep trying. He was losing this fight, but it was a matter of finding the opening, and after the channels are secured he can launch yet another offensive. After all, traitor or not, their machinery was just as vulnerable to scrap code attacks, as long as he feels safe enough to actually launch one. Still, with lack of progress on the unseen front, Iron Master simply cannot afford to leave his brothers without any visible support, especially as the new threat is emerging. Alpha Legion, masters of infiltration, were now actively trying to sabotage their defenses, using compromised vox channels and various distractions to conceal their position. At least, conceal it from ground forces. From his position, Vilhelm could see them perfectly, and while giving direct orders to his troops down below wouldn't be very effective, Iron Master still had control of the turrets that he could aim without being distracted very much. OOC: +Counter Scrap Code - Vox Channels +Command Turrets: Direct Fire - at Alpha Legion infiltrators.
@DeranVendar The Only Thing I Know "You are indeed old, beast, as are your dark reflections, I cannot deny this. Mankind, nay, life itself, has always been a thing coupled with violence, there is truth in this. Yet, you miss one simple point." Dyzek would lash out with claws, taking some satisfaction to destroy the visage of the being he once called friend, and reveal the true foe atlast. The howl of the infernal would echo out, pulsating in ears and spirit as an echo of all the torments and suffering that had birthed this being, yet, Dyzek had steeled himself for it. Like a hard rush of rapids, the emotions that radiated from the Hellknight would come forth, yet, against the tranquility of Dyzek's soul, they would still, a raging torrent tamed by the calm waters. As the cracked and burnt plate falls free of his foe, The Blackshield gazes upon his enemy for the first time in truth, girding himself in preparation. He'd seen such beings similar to that which stood before him, the smaller infantry that marched in the legions of blood led by their more colossal, and monstrous masters. Yet, a difference would be felt here, as a change between rabid dogs, and wolves, this foe would be beyond the rabble. All at once, Dyzek would feel a small chuckle escape his lips, as he could only wonder what he'd done to warrant such attention, even as he would inch foot closer, preparing to re-engage. "You are violence, as am I, creature. But that is the extent of you, rage that burns only because it cannot be anything else. I am violence, but I am also peace, creator, defender, and all other things your kind could never be. You speak of mortals, of men, of humanity, like we are weaker because of this? Yet, in my hearts, and whatever foulness that powers you, we both know a simple truth." Dyzek would meet the charge of the Herald, the flaming hellblade clashing against the electrified drakon claws, as Dyzek and Saim would be face to face. "Every man, is your superior, every man is more complete, and were it not for the choices of traitors, we would have cast off your parasitic chains for all time. Ave Imperator, daemon, for The Emperor will drive you back screaming to the realms of damnation you come from, and I will be the instrument that see it done." OOC: Balanced Attack on Saim, Defense on Self. Using Trait: Like The Wind, to confer re-roll on defense.
It Has To Be This Way"Mankind will never be free. Its existence guarantees my own and that of all my brethren." Hellblade licks down and parts from crossed claws with an unearthly howl of tainted metal upon true steel. Daemon swipes a claw along thigh, drawing a molten knife and jabbing it at Dyzek. First jab is deflected by a claw, second stab is caught between nails and in a moment of do-or-die the Iron Warrior performs an uppercut with other set of blades. Scales topple to the ground alongside fresh blood, beast withdraws and spits embers. "You may think yourself more than just violence Dyzek: but your kind will never be embroiled in anything less than eternal war. Whether you fight as savages with sticks and stones, carry elaborately wrought banners and brandish bolters, or spend your last moments with bare hands wrapped around one anothers throats. Fight in the fields and forests against nature itself or drown yourselves in thunder and blood upon raped wastes, it all glorifies Khorne!" Herald retaliates with an uppercut of his own, knife lost somewhere upon the ground. A wheel of flame materializes before Dyzek, a second one rolls in close as Jethstrum deftly adjusts grip for a falling slash, and yet again on the thrice blow that ascends after it. Searing heat blows through the Lieutenant's ceramite, setting off a plague of blisters across Dyzek's skin. "When you kill for the Emperor, you kill for Khorne. Every drop of blood that you shed in the liar's name reflects the burning light of Khorne's glory." Dyzek: 10 Conditions: Like the Wind - 4/4: Free Re-roll + Free Action, Flamer - 2/3 Herald Jethstrum Saim: 11 Conditions: Rising Fury - 4/6: Bleeding Strikes + Re-roll Crit Fails + Fury available for Slayer's Eruption, Searing Knives 1/4 (Provide a free attack) Kel'Thuzerxes"How did you make the cut? Countless others perished to become an astartes, and yet you, became not only that, but an honored veteran of the company." Xerxes shook his head. "If it is your ilk that has held us at bay for so long, then perhaps the Warmaster is destined to lose. Disgusting." Colchisian runes blaze upon armor and hang in the air where they were once emblazoned on bared skin, slowly they crawl through emptiness and over armor as the witch begins working some new potent spell. Yet again, fire crawls across poor Terra and towards the possessed Iron Warrior. This time Xerxes is prepared: a net of invisible power wrapping flame into a tight orb and casting it back at Herchel. Like Phosphex the fireball erupts and hunts for the gaps in loyalist's armor. A leg warbles, a crispy window opened down to Herchel's bone. Like Dyzek on some other Emperor forsaken corner of the battlefield, veteran feels the heat and his health pays for it. Bolt pistol spits up a mystery number of rounds, expending what remains of its Kraken payload before only single barrel for standard shot continues pouring on the pain. Sorcerer demonstrates considerable control maintaining stance and focus, even as bone splinters off into the surrounding battle and armor buckles beneath repeated assault. At last daemon works mortal puppet to rotate hands counter-clockwise in a tight circle before it. Air ripples behind the skeletal fiend, hands clench into fist as if grasping a curtain, then thrusting aside and opening up audience to a whole new stage. Warp spills into the Materium with a gust of sulfurous winds and the gibbering cries of yet dozens more daemons. Ethereal hands wrapped in the familiar gauntlets of power armor reach out past Xerxes like a flowering bouquet, each digit latches onto Herchel. Weakened limbs and damaged armor struggles against their grasp, but it is no use as Terminator begins dragging forward against his own will. "Come now Brother, we have work to do elsewhere, and I would appreciate it if you were to accompany me once more." Fallen warrior's image blurs, briefly wringing out a fully fleshed image of Xerxes' face while projecting a purer rendition of his voice. Xerxes smiles guiltily at Herchel as the jaws of hell widen to consume them both. Herchel: 14 Conditions: Herchel's Power Pack is, at least temporarily, damaged. During this time he suffers lower initiative, melee attacks and defense rolls also suffer a -2. Herchel has been bound by the Call of the Damned and is being dragged into a Warp portal; each turn a passive resistance roll will be made to determine how far he is pulled towards it. Herchel may take dedicated half-actions to resist further and try to gain ground further from the portal. Xerxes, will of course, look to hasten Herchel's demise. Portal Distance: 73% (Lower is closer, Higher is further) Xerxes the Taken: 8 Conditions: Xerxes has opened a Warp rift that is spilling out daemons into the surrounding battle, and has entrapped Herchel. Bonds Among Murderers"At least that is one thing we have in common." Cro puts on a wolfish grin. "This is a good deal more enjoyable than the last brawl." Power claw hacks into storm shield again, Son of Horus pouring all his determination and bloody minded strength into the blow. Torn to shreds and join with Nathiel's arm weakened, bulwark gives away at last and is smashed to the ground. Champion answers back with hammer as he has half a dozen times or so. Head glows with barely contained power, flashing bright as it connects with Cro's unburdened arm. Tauros suit buckles and limb goes limp, a pained cry wrenched from the proud traitor at last. Claw performs a palm strike, forceful enough to stagger the loyalist Terminator and keep him at arms length for a moment. Cro takes a step back and reaches across himself, grasping mangled arm and closing fanged digits around it. Jaws part for a howl as the Sergeant tears away his own limb, discarding it to the ground like the useless weight it had become. Nathiel resumes his advanced, unperturbed. Cro meets him halfway, driving claw into chest again with a vicious punch. Iron Warrior swings back trying to sweep a leg, Son of Horus practically falls forward and shoulder barges Nathiel to the side throwing off his swing and turning him side ways. Cro turns back to him and slashes, leaving three long, bleeding grooves in the Champion's arm. Field of battle is consumed by death as much as drama. Nearby blazing fury of daemonic herald clashes with the cool mind and pure spirit of Dyzek. Other battalion veterans stare down everything from the walking dead, hell beasts from beyond, and their own traitor kinsmen; it all blurs together into a scene one might expect to find playing out on the banks of the River Styx. Nathiel: 14 Conditions: Exemplar: Full Bonus Action next turn. Nathiel has lost his storm shield. Cro:14 Conditions: Overwhelm: Inactive Wounded Wolf: Cro re-rolls failed attacks. Devil in the FleshNails bite into Marcus' hide yet again. Shallow grooves to him that could eviscerate lesser opponents twice over. Dreadnought already comprehends this, and that it means little to his new body. The Emperor has seen it fit that he might live and that second chance would not be wasted. Drawing back fist Contemptor clobbers the Beast, snapping its head back and fragmenting lower jaw. Crawling on all fours mutant shrieks and kicks back at Marcus, other fist locks extended limb in a vice grip. Upper body rotates and former Night Lord drags across the ground, claws tearing up the earth as it attempts to crawl free. Body lifts off as rotation builds more and more momentum. Marcus takes a single step to the side and whips the monstrosity across a squad of traitors, smashing them and their cover to smithereens. With a heave that fills Marcus with the stress of imagined effort he wheels to the other side and slams Warp Talon down on opposite side, flattening a Predator tank and its crew, not to mention battering his prey mercilessly in the bargain. The Knight: 17 Conditions: Marcus has +1 Attack next turn. The Beast: 11 Conditions: Butchers and MurderersFight wore on and Kaltoshien only seemed to speed up; Kremnar fought as if in stasis, never speeding up nor allowing his growing exhaustion to slow him. Minds were working at an equal pace, furious and a bit desperate to gain the upper hand. Thousand Son uses subtle magics to keep his aim steady while still allowing himself to maneuver the field with minimal distraction. Kalto seeks cover from Krem's fire behind Vera and the Skitarri assassin's duel, Sternguard denied ability to fire lest he risk harming the Null Maiden. Before Iron Warrior can adjust his aim the enemy is gone. Falling back into the heart of a damaged bunker with a Vindicator crashed half way through a wall, Kremnar waits. Kaltoshien next appears when wall melts down behind Kremnar. Twisting away and raising his bolters, loyalist opens fire through steaming gap, before he can even see his foe. Thousand Son returns fire with other side arm, thick embers running upstream against the dozens of bolts fired by Iron Warrior's bolters. Pauldrons sag, HUD cuts out then abruptly restarts, a knee pad explodes and most of the skin beneath it burns away, fire erupts from stomach, adrenaline and fire fight only thing keeping Kremnar from checking to see if he had been cored out or not. Kaltoshien rolls through the gap and strafes left, front side of his armor is cratered with more impact wounds and punctures than Krem's; neither warrior is even close to giving up though. Kremnar: 13 Conditions: Kaltoshien: 11 Conditions: Ignition +2 - Kaltoshien gains a stacking bonus to hit for every previous attack that lands up to +5 for 2 turns.
When You Are Noosphere BlingNo matter what sleight of hand or vile stratagems their foes played against them, the Forty-Fourth of the Emperor's True Iron Warriors were having none of it. Word of compromised comms spread like wild fire, Iron Warriors resorting to open battle field cant and sign language as a short term stop gap until their Iron Master could restore order. Alpha Legion squads could only do so much to support the stalling Death Guard advance. Even then they would not be an issue for long, Vilhelm pulling all his efforts toward securing their vox and trying to sever the hydra's many heads. Tapping into an automated mortar unit, a modified Thudd gun design courtesy of the Squats, Iron Master arranges a saturation bombardment and leaves the matter to play out as needed while directly addressing the issues with their vox. Digging deeper into his arsenal Iron Warrior deploys several highly aggressive combatant programs, normally meant for destroying and taking over enemy systems, and executes them against own compromised control ports. Captured security systems buckle quickly before aggressive assault, breaking down the gates before Vilhelm terminates the programs before they can cause actual damage and do the enemy's job for him. Fight returns to even footing, a barren field of colored lines, codes, and the odd labeled passage dotted with warring viruses and processes. A Death Guard super heavy tank is pulling up dangerously near to a squad of Destroyers, formerly pinned down by Alpha Legion snipers, they are now locked in cover by the advancing Thurixon Vek. Worse still the enemy has initiated false deployment of their Servitor fleet. Valuable meat shields and gun platforms shamble into the fray, a small command snuck through by Harthol delivering them into the jaws of a daemonic Rot Fly cavalry unit. Daemonic insects and their inhuman riders cause machine slaves to buckle like rusting metal; a plague of corrosion and rot misting ahead eats away at both biological and mechanical components while survivors are swiftly hacked apart by envenomed blades or melted down by acidic projectiles. In response to approaching armor Brother Apolleon commandeers a Land Raider, guiding it up to try and retrieve their Destroyers. Death Guard tank sights in on mighty transport and blows it off course, twin autocannons ripping open the hull and sheering it off path into a barricade. Iron Warriors attempt to break from their cover and retreat, counting on the Land Raider's ride up being distraction enough. Three die in the run, gunned down by supporting Death Guard infantry, and one vaporized by a laser destroyer sponson. While more of his battle brothers die, Techmarine Lajos escorts several non-combat servitors across the field to restock a Whirlwind battery with more missiles, among them valuable flakk shots that may prove invaluable in addressing the swarm of daemon fast attack units buzzing overhead. A cold comfort for those few who have looked past the foe in front of them and seen infinite ranks further back. The reaper's shadow looms, a smoldering lantern sways on fetid winds, and Silence closes upon weary throats: Mortarion comes. Tides of War: Forty-Fourth Battalion (90) Vs. Death Guard Legion (Countless) - Minor Iron Warrior Advantage Action Layout: Loyalists - 3 Defense / Traitors - 3 Attack Command Options: ( 2 Picks) +Deploy Super Heavy - Vilhelm may call in and assign a specific duty to either Gangaresh (Baneblade) or the Divine Fury (Dominus Armored Siege Bombard). They will counter one battle field event of choosing, and attempt to stop a random forming event. After which they become an event that provides a passive bonus depending on which vehicle is chosen. Deploying either of these vehicles makes them significantly more vulnerable to destruction. +Counter Scrap Code - Vox Channels - Attempt to counter the scrap code assault on the vox channels. +Cyber-Warfare - Attempt to disrupt/attack the enemy Techmarine responsible for Scrap Code assaults. +Infect - Vilhelm may create a scrap code assault of his own in an attempt to create an event and compromise enemy machinery. Can also be used to try and counter enemy events relating to machinery. +Deploy Techmarines: Combat Orders - Unavailable +Deploy Techmarines: Repair Orders - Unavailable +Command Turrets: Direct Fire - Allows Vilhelm to make two Attacks on specific targets in the field. This can prevent future events from coming to fruition, remove current events or effect the Tides of War in minor fashion. +Deploy Skitarii (2/2) - Elite units of Skitarii combat units will prevent a single negative field event in development from coming to fruition. Limited uses. Events: (E) Death Guard First Company - Grave Wardens and other veteran Death Guard are putting pressure on the center line with extremely deadly weapons. Successful enemy attacks will inflict greater casualties. Lasts until addressed. (E) Harthol Gant - The Alpha Legion Techmarine will attack Vilhelm and create Scrap Code events while active. (E) Vox-Corruption - Provides a direct attack on Forty-Fourth Battalion that ignores defensive rolls each turn. Lasts until addressed via Counter Scrap Code option. One success required to remove. (F) Autonomous Protocols - 2 turns. (E) Thurixon Vek - The Fellblade Thurixon Vek has arrived on the field. While active it will attempt to counter any friendly events and will provide a bonus Tides of War attack for the traitors. Forming Events: 1 Code: Orange Enemy Event 1 Code: Black Enemy Event
From Iron Cometh StrengthSeth was engulfed in pain as his flesh shattered beneath the impact of the bloodthirsty weapon, but in this hour of doom when the fates colided and the destiny of Mankind unraveled, the Soul Smith gazed in the eyes of his would-be killer and grinned. There was no numbness of limbs created by the long siege, no fatigue of mind created by the influence of daemonic entities. Even death was irrelevant here. All that mattered was the moment, dark, bloody, gritty, ugly, moment. "Deny you? You think that in the end, I care enough to walk away? You're supposed to be me, you said it yourself. But I never have nor will I deny my nature. For the past century and a half, ever since I was born into the Legion and some could say even before that, I knew what I was and I never backed away from it. I'm not a hero, I'm not the great paragon of virtue the Emperor made me to be. I'm not even a weapon of his wrath, the mailed iron first." "I'm a butcher, a killer of lowest kind. I never killed for the Emperor, nor for Perturabo, not even for your pitiful Gods. I killed only for myself and for the sake of killing. So I spit on you and whatever you represent. You are the lost battle, the ruined metal, the fallen iron broken on the anvil of fate and as such, you are nothing compared to me. Be brave, shout your words at me, but it won't matter. As I crush your skull you will realize that the most important thing in this doomed galaxy is who's currently holding the executioner's axe." Lashing out in a shower of sparks, blood (his own), gore and ruined armor, Soul Smith grabbed his trusty Gorehowl with both of his hands and swung at the imposter, upward swing to mimick the one he just suffered aimed at traitor's chest. Another slash and Gorehowl screamed towards the evil Seth's jaw in order to repeat one of the wounds he suffered at the hands of Groal the World Eater during the fighting above Istvaan and break some of the creature's teeth, not caring for his own safety and just going full at it. "I am a step further, the denial of one important fragment. That last piece we denied longer than any other; the piece that denys the blood of our brothers." Dark mirror digs in, accepting several brutal impacts that he only partially blocked. Each reveals or splits open old scars on the man's body, ones Seth recognizes perfectly as his own, able to remember the story on the larger ones. Counterpart answers back with a brutish pommel strike to the face, jaw cracking in response and axe following back around in an attempt to cleave head from shoulders. Whatever this one was trying to sell, it would not keep either Seth from acting to kill one another. Death was always at the core of things after all. "You are right about one thing though. We lose in the end, one loss out of countless victories. Even then, you and I? We keep the axe." Reeling backward, Seth brought up his Gorehowl to try and deflect the incoming blow before pushing forward once again, shoulder bashing into his evil twin. Axe would fly upward, going for the lower stomach armor and the soft flesh beneath it. "I knew I would keep the axe. We are the executioners, the dancers on the tip of a sword. Death is our companion but while you have broken the final oath and spilled the blood of a brother, you have fallen into the trap of Chaos. You were found wanting and maybe one day that will happen to me as well. But not today." "I believed that too." Traitor pins own shoulder against Seth, Gorehowls crossed and wrestling a mere inch off the ground. Pair lean in close yet again, the older warrior looking at younger self sternly. "Today is the day I purge your imperfection from my soul and through it, I spit at the future, the fate, you represent. I don't believe in it, I don't care about it and neither should you. If you are me, that is. But you are not. You are a product of an emotion, a ripple in the pond. You are limited by your nature and as such, you'll never achieve your goal. I'll remain on this side of the sword of destiny and you and whoever sent you can go to hell." "I did not believe it would happen either, not to this degree anyways. Ask me though, ask me when you will abandon your brothers for the siren call of slaughter." Superior strength comes from Orion's slayer, Seth out muscled by himself and thrust back half a step. Gorehowl the Elder heaves upward. "Ask me when the wolf finally begins to close its jaws on your spirit in its entirety; when you are cornered and attempt to flee, seeking a loyal warrior's end before you become me." Something dangerous gleams in Seth's eyes, staring at and through the thick plates girding the Soul Smith. "Ask me when we return and kill our brothers without a second thought." Excoriator connects with Chaplain's chest, falling close enough to graze chin. Something near to Seth's heart, physically and perhaps metaphorically, explodes. Fragments of Rosarius are cast aside by the swing, weapon hacking deep and down, down, down until being drug out through abdomen. Primary heart has been wounded, a lung sliced open, veins and arteries cloven in twain, flesh obliterated and stomach grazed. Seth: 7 Conditions: Bloody Rage: Attack Re-rolls + Bonus Crit Attacks + Free Attack. Seth's Rosarius has been destroyed. Seth: 13 Conditions: Bloody Rage: Attack Re-roll. Free Attack.
Kremnar Eranite trailed his bolters after the fleeing enemy, loosing a few shots at him before having to break off his fire due to friendly units nearby. Unfortunately, this allowed the Thousand Son to disappear, forcing him to also seek cover lest he overexposes himself. Ducking in the midst of the caved-in bunker, the sternguard veteran had just replaced the clips within his guns when the enemy struck again. Reappearing to his rear, the Son of Magnus unleashed a torrent of warp fire at Kremnar, while he traded back his own shots at him. What resulted was the shots colliding with both of their bodies, with several rounds even impacting one another in mid-air. Like an ancient Terran action movie, both gunners forced each other back from sheer amount of bolt rounds and warp fire colliding with one another's armor and body. The Thousand Son half strafed, half fell behind a twisted version of a destroyed enemy rhino, the screaming faces on the melted by the various fire around. Kremnar himself got thrown through a weakened rockcrete wall, tucking into a roll before coming back up and resuming the fight. The only communications now between them became weapon fire; the time for words had passed. OOC: Balanced attack, defense on self.
Do You Speak in Gun Too, Punk?Initial bunker rush and ensuing wall of bullets passed, leaving in its wake two duelist now focusing on aimed and meaningful shots meant to end this once and for all; there was still plenty of Terra left after this. Traitor fires from cover, bolts weaving out like fiery serpents from between Rhino's tracked wheels. Kremnar backpedals out of bunker, each bolt twisting and detonating in a spray of sparks and multi-color embers that stain the air. Bolt pistol rounds the gap and holds in place as if Kaltoshien aims to blind fire. Moment later Thousand Son is out on reverse side and behind Kremnar. Sternguard hears the hiss of Infernus pistol vaporizing air before firing directly outside his helmet. Hearts stop and Iron Warrior ducks forward and thrusts heel back, beam goes high and eats a vertical line into the ruined bunker, Krem's boots come back wet with blood that is not his own. Turning hard veteran chases after the falling legionary with bolters, more impacts, long strides toward death, and then each gun clicks empty; and Kaltoshien thrust an empty hand out. A full sized melta-gun snaps into hand formerly wielding fire charged bolt pistol. What was it with Kremnar and close encounters with melta weaponry? Iron Warrior avoids annihilation by volcano-blast-to-face as he has three or four times before, retreating around curved bunker and straight into path of the levitating bolt pistol. Wall of melta fire behind him, Kremnar is helpless against a near point blank inferno shot to the forearm that leaves it a smoking stump and one of his empty bolters dumped on the ground. Kremnar: 8 Conditions: Kaltoshien: 6 Conditions: Ignition +3 - Kaltoshien gains a stacking bonus to hit for every previous attack that lands up to +5 for 1 turns.
Herchel Grunted as immaterial arms gripped at his armor, Grabbing bone and Adamtaium plating of his legs, Time to change tactics once again. Quickly mag locking his bolt pistol to his side he Grabbed his thunder hammer and Turned one side of him away from Xerxes and the portal and the other side of him with Combi volkite out. Thunder hammer coming down into the ground breaching the surface before turning off and stopping in its place in the ground. "You see Brother I got to my position here by being a stubborn person and keeping at it, Even hard headed to the point of cranial damage and through supporting my brothers even while carrying them when there life threads were draining and they were nearing there end, Because like once you not just because of myself but because of my brothers besides me just Weather guiding them, Supporting them or fighting in the midst of it it keeps the fire in me going along with fighting for a better future for humanity!" Herchel let out as a yell as he moved his hammer into the ground. Gripping it and mag locking it into his hand for a better grip. Turning to his squad he could see his other brother terminators backing away from the portal but still making there treacherous kin bleed for every inch. "Sadly Xerxes if that is you I cant go with you yet our brothers still need me and many others here being. The Cerberus that keeping the The hellish monsters of hell from getting to them and to keeping our brothers from getting from getting mauled by those beastys. But I will Free ya to make sure and see if you can join us as a spirit in whatever, Be it some afterlife bar with other loyal brothers of us or haunting the lands in which our Brothers will roam, Whatever it maybe and not stuck inside of some freaky skeleton with lights and dead flesh." Herchel said taking aim as he spoke he let lose Lasers of death and flames once more. OOC One half action resisting the portal Using thunder hammer to get a gripping in the ground to aid in resist, another half action moving away from the portal, and One full attack action on Xerxes with Combi Volkite.
Kremnar Eranite ducked and dodged, firing back when he could but mostly focused on avoiding certain death from the enemy's shots. Forced out of the caved-in bunker, he quickly spun around, landing a kick at the hiss of melta weapon nearly taking off his head. Driving the Thousand Son back, the sternguard ignored the closeness the superheated beam of gas nearly took his torso out, twice. He chased the traitor as he fled, pumping a few more bolter shots into the Son of Magnus' back, before turning the corner and watching his opponent reload, just in time for his own guns to click empty. Diving back behind cover, Kremnar ducked as the melta pistol shot the top of the cover clean off, dropping small rubble on his helmet and damaged pauldron. He looked up, just in time to see a levitating pistol leveled itself on his head. Time slowed as the sternguard twisted over, bearly avoiding a new hole in his helmet and forehead, but unable to pull the last minute dodge off completely. His left gauntlet, along with his hand and prized bolter, fell to the ground with a hiss from the inferno pistol. Kremnar managed to turn his body in a spinning kick, his power armor boot colliding with the weapon and causing it to spin away. Ignoring his detached and smoking limb, he mag locked both of his bolters away, one with his hand still gripping it, before pulling out his Zeussar pattern bolt pistol. Without his second hand, he would need something that could compete at the same rate of fire as before, and soon the air filled with bolt and kraken rounds flying at the Thousand Son. OOC: Balanced attack with the Z-Pattern Bolt Pistol, defense on self.
