The Reapers were already in position and making sure anything that drew line of sight on the building and it's occupants were put down swiftly if a bit messily. "We are still missing our Seers, perhaps it would be worth it to send some warriors to get them here quicker before we have an entire army on top of us?" Fadren sent a cluster of rounds from his launcher into another group of Guardsmen attempting to dig in at the end of the street and fire on the Fire Dragons. With the bulk of Imperial units dealt with the Reapers fire died down and they set their sights on different sectors of the nearby area and stood on over watch, the moment anything so much crawled into view the Reapers would fire and obliterate it with extreme prejudice. "Maiev how is the wounded sister fairing? "
So two of our shrines were so easily distracted by the artillery? Like moths to a flame. I'll have to be more stringent in the future, Selhiat considered. "Do not lose contact again. It is incredibly detrimental to our efforts." ((I know you were just busy IRL, but I'll just run with it ^_^)) "I'll cover the seers, just hold the catacombs and secure the area." Selhiat turned to the seers that had fallen behind. He ran back towards them with his wing pack boosting him, not flying as he did not want to give himself away to the humans. Passing back through the second building he encountered the trio. (or quartet? are we counting Bulrin as 'here'?) "Ilidarian, need a push?" he joked, "We mustn't tarry."
As Larese unleashed the wave of energy at the wraith lord, he was dumbstruck by the fact that no contact was established, the energy simply washed over it like a flood around a rock. He was slightly drained because he used so much power to try and kill it psychically, this allowed the wraithlord to close the distance between them even quicker. Realizing it would be risky to flee from the lord now that it was so close, he decided to try a daring plan. Waiting a few more seconds until the wraith broke into a charge, the massive ghost blade pulled back to strike, he extended his consciousness for just a second, speeding its movements up with the removal of the wraithsight, which put the giant's timing out of line and along with a quick dodge he managed to avoid the attack. Using the window to his advantage he leaped through its legs impaling the constructs knee joint with his spear on the way.
They run like cowards. They are cowards, we already knew that. They hide behind their machine, but as warriors they fall too far beneath us. It barely seems worth the effort. Nonsense. It's always worth the effort. ''Exarch, the building is clear,'' Elirian reported over the comms. Elirian had taken Hwaith and Mochian in a separate direction from Arkash, tasked with cleaning out a squad Imperials who had taken refuge in one of their primitive buildings. Arkash had taken Sithinan and was clearing a building of his own. ''Understood,'' Arkash said. ''Meet us outside, we shall be done here in short order.'' ''Yes, Exarch.'' Two of the humans fired at him, their las shots harmlessly striking at thin air, their eyes unable to track him fast enough as he traversed both real space and the warp mere seconds apart. His power blade sank in to the chest of one, his comrade's aim scattered by terror he managed to shoot his own man in the back. Arkash's Death Spinners had seen enough of this Mon-keigh and unleashed a volley, cutting the man down where he stood. It's almost pitiful. If only they saw their own failings, as we do. Perhaps they would be more...humble. Arkash's lip curled beneath his helmet. He held these aliens in contempt. They were brash, boastful and proud, yet weak and cowardly when it came down to it. They ran from the Eldar, cut down as they cowered in dark places, like the vermin they are. ''Sithian, report,'' Arkash said, pulling his blades from the dead Guardsman, allowing his lifeless body to flop to the ground. They had split up on this floor, Arkash had gone north and Sithian south. Nothing. ''Sithian...'' Arkash repeated. Still nothing. Where is he? Damnation.
The Spear in the leg penetrated the construct and brought it down to a knee. But filled with the need of war, it grabbed it's sword and was swinging it after the Spiritseer. "The Warhost has called, and we have answered!"
As the Imperial Men had retreated to the main plaza deeper in the city the Corrupted leader smirked and connected his Vox to the aircraft officer. "Run a bomb carpet over the Main Plaza, the survivors of the Loyalists must be sacrificed for good." "Aye Aye, Sir!" came back and soon a bomber squadron flew above the heads of the Imperialists, too late realizing that the bombs were destined for them and not the Xenos, bomb after bomb dozens of men died by the heretics. The men cursed them as they exploded and were obliterated. Their blood and limbs spreading among the ground, the buildings, the planet... In the command bunker the circle of officers sacrificed the former Colonel in a rite while the Bombs have fallen. The Eldar Pathfinders could observe how the blood got sucked into the ground on the main plaza. It shaped a symbol on it's own as if the blood knew what to do... It shaped the symbol of Khorne! Brillyen headed off for the Autarch and appeared soon besides him. "They are completing their rites. The Symbol of Khorne appeared on the main plaza of the city. Better hurry with the Seer council, get the Lance and let us go again. It is most likely to assume they open a warp portal for the true force..." Just as he finished his sentence in the sky a huge explosion could be seen. It seems the orbital defenses started to shoot upon eachother, the loyal Navy Admiral fighting over the control. But the Eldar had a task at hand, while the portal was building up. Pathfinder Obvienne still remained in the top of a deserted building, keeping a good view upon the upcoming portal to inform the Warhost about incoming enemies. OOC: Regards Bulrin... TBH: I don't know lol!
He didn't have the time or energy to dodge this one, he merely raised the haft of his spear to try and protect himself. The blade connected and Larese was thrown back hard into a ruined wall, crushing through it. Although the protective wards on his rune armour took most of the damage, he was still stunned, floating on the edge of consciousness. He fought against it trying to get up and fight, attempting to heal himself with his psyche but he had used to much energy in that ill-fated attack. He could only manage to haul himself to his knees, still wincing in pain from the hammer blow he had received. He could only hope that those who had killed the wraithguard could finish the job because he was in no condition to fight now.
The Wraith Lord was heading towards the Spiritseer, his leg heavily injured making it hard to move. The Seer could literally feel the steps. Though the room the Seer collapsed in seemed to be some kind of hidden room as there was no door. The Lord tried to enter the room, but something kept him out and he clashed his sword against it. The Seer was save, the warriors which remained behind to aid him before opened fire upon the Wraith Lord once again.
As he saw the wraithlord turn around, the view to the neck joint in the back of the wraithlords head was abundently clear. He detached a plasma grenade from his belt and, using the last of his power, floated it through the hole he had crashed through, onto the neck joint and detonated it.
The Last of the rogue Wraith Constructs has fallen and the warriors had disappeared. Just vanished in thin air. Just leaving a word behind. "Flee."
