The storm bolter was unsurprisingly ineffective against the Helldrake as it shrugged off the bolter rounds as if they were a las pistol against artificer armor. Thankfully it's own hellfire proved to be ineffective against the thick plating of the Rhino, although that likely wouldn't last much longer.

"Already on it sorceror, just get us the hell out of open ground!" Alpaharius snarled as he was nearly decapitated by the paltry makeshift weapon. To think such a thing could threaten him was pathetic. Thankfully he didn't need to rely on such weapons any longer, pulling out his bolter and aiming it at the mutants torso.

"A waste of a bolter round..."

@Draconion

"Dammed sewer Filth and liquids!" Garrick yelled as he drifted along with the other filth and other asarte. Keep going Garrick pits better to keep drifting Garrick at least its better then staying here with those damned cultists yelling out there position with anyluck they might drift along and find a better area to escape to.

< Don't Drake and Drive.... eh? Eh? EH?! > @Draconion @Keidivh Tyre
Tyre gasped in the hold of the Rhino. Sitting up on his knees the man looked at his hands as if they weren't his own. Casting his gaze about the man watched Alpharius wrestle with the cultist invading their transport. Both figures tumbled hard into the assault bench as a wall collapsed before and around them, Silim's driving leaving something to be desired, or perhaps admired, in current circumstances. Tyre slowly pushed himself away from the brawl, keeping a weary eye upon the frantically rolling pair.

Alpharius drove the man's head into the floor and found himself struggling against the strength of a mere human, one that seemed to have been getting his meals and perhaps some love from Khorne, but only a human none the less. The barbed wiring about the hatchet drug across his flesh, pulling it apart where the bladed edge failed to score a telling blow. Through a thin viewing port and across multiple screens Silim was able to gauge how the situation was going downhill outside.

Trails of auto-gun fire and las beams chased him, more so their transport, through a wall. Bricks rained down in its passing. As did the bloody Helldrake which plowed into the second level and pursued them right into the next line of structures. Four small buildings toppled over into the street and fell in upon themselves as a Rhino took out the base level and aerial predator engine wiped out everything above. Bricks etched with prayers to the dark gods bounced off armored hull and were crushed beneath its bulk. Attendant serfs and worshipers that weren't crushed were consumed in flame or eviscerated by the jagged edges of the daemon engine. It was a rather bumpy ride.

Tyre set his hand upon Silim's own wasted shoulder and looked to him. He opened his mouth and their ears were suddenly treated to the harsh retort of a bolter firing in a confined space. Blood splattered its way across the hold and Tyre's own left side as Alpharius put a mass reactive round into the cultist. Shaking his head the dazed sorcerer tried to speak again. The Rhino suddenly swerved violently to the right as Silim took another hasty turn when they re-emerged onto the streets. Bodies dinged off the hull as readily as masonry. Getaway vehicle lurched backwards a moment, Alpharius throwing himself down in the back to avoid the talons that had sunk into the Rhino's ramp. Silim's fellow legionnaire hammered at his shoulder insistently.

"Free us! Take us up two blocks back and then ride straight down Fallon's road, it'll be to the right. Salvation awaits there. Trust me. " Tyre's voice was insistent in those moments as the raw power of man's engineering fought a losing battle with possessed machinery.

< Always Sonny in Sicarus >
"You will have weapons soon enough, for now drag that wretch up. It seems orders have changed and you're all wanted alive, if convenient anyways. Now help that wretch up. " Sorcerer gestured with bolt pistol toward Nemeritus struggling to ascend the worn ladder that had brought Kaleidos into his current company. While one scorned brought another up the Word Bearer twisted his hand about and worked his fingers through a rapid series of formations and signs. The hole in the ceiling allowing light to spill into their current environs was suddenly sealed off by rippling sheet of silver. Once Nemeritus and Kaleidos were secure and away from the gap the legionnaire stepped toward the hole. "Stay here, try to escape through that barrier and you'll emerge without your skin. " Without further word the marine stepped over the gap and dropped toward the rising sludge rapids below.

Mordethac, Garrick, Viator, Arnok and Aphael were all in for quite the fun ride as the torrent of filthy fluids very quickly rose to the point that drowning was a very real possibility. Mordethac was the first one caught as a large claw uprooted him from one of the fungus and mold bound Nurglites, worshiper popped into maw while the escapee was left wedged into an armpit, the stink enough to nearly knock consciousness out of him. Then there was Aphael, a flimsy wing extending into the water like a net and scooping him from a messy death. Chunks of gods only knew what slithered down off his face as he gasped for air and was carefully tucked between two soaking wet fat flabs while Sonny waded on.

"Not yet little lambs, you don't get to drown! Not while the wolf still hungers! " Hips swaying far enough to each side to smack the walls each time he took a step the daemon continued its march with purpose. Every sloshing step sending sludge breaking up onto the walls where it clung greedily to the stone and cult adherents wailing desperately for the fiend's attention.

Unholy life guard would get the others as well, of that there was no doubt! Garrick, Viator and Arnok were rescued as they either road things out or clung desperately to cover. Those in the latter camp were pried free and left to drift until they were all riding the rapids in a messy line. At that point all of them came to an abrupt halt as daemon used its mace to bar their passage, the trio ramming up against the haft of the weapon before being lifted free of the currents like laundry set to dry. "There we go....now where do we want to begin? "

"By putting them all down if you would. " Another Astartes had joined them, one that was still very much in murderously effective shape. Inexplicably he had materialized upon the fiend's shoulder and was kneeling down eyeing up the catch.

"And why should I do that son of Lorgar? "

"Because if you do that then I'll put something else down. Like, say, the wards on the eastern ends of the tunnel keeping you sealed off from the Labyrinth of Tumultuous Destiny. The one that might just sink out of your reach in another week or two when the Colosseum of Sacred Slaughter is completed right above it? "

"I've heard all these names at least a dozen times since I've been down here mortal, the lack or creativity pleases me. As does the opportunity to ruffle some feathers. "

"I'll even stash some escapees seeking refuge down there so it isn't too noticeable a diversion from your tasks here. "

"Too kind. "

"Excellent, now throw this lot up through that gap about, thirty paces back?"

Of course the request was taken quite literally as all five escapees were taken by the darkness of the daemon's mouth and then promptly launched through the roof of the sewer in what might of been the biggest spitball in the Eye of Terror. Kaleidos and Nemeritus were now joined by their fellow damned and the sorcerer once more.

"I expect those wards dropped soon mortal. Or else I'm consuming everything down here worth protecting and taking my hunt for your prisoners top side!" Even with his mask on there was still a pretty damn good feeling that the Word Bearer had just rolled his eyes at the daemon's threat.

"Yes, yes, yes. As soon as the lot of them are in better hands I'll be back with a few acolytes. Speaking of...." Warp caster rounded to face them once more. "Before I take any questions I'd like to make it clear I'm not going to take any questions. You have several options right now, most of them are in choosing the manner of your death if you do not wish to choose life. Please refer to my pistol, the daemon or the barrier up there if you want to end things now. Otherwise, those seeking to survive will accompany me once I drop the flensing veil up there and we'll all go together to see your most generous benefactor. Any questions? Anyone ready to die? Who wants to live? " Both hands were held out to the sides wide open, an inviting gesture for anyone wanting to call it quits then and there.

@Redthirst @Vulpas @Colapse @Uriel1339 @matt23 @Grall_Stonefist @Virgil_Corbec

<I shwear I hashn't had a drink all day, Offishler>
@Keidivh Tyre

"Get those claws out and I'll take you all to Terra and back!" shouts Silim as he throws the machine into first gear and floors the pedal , revving the quadruple engines of the Rhino into the redline.

"I have a question," Viator spoke as he began scraping the extra parts of "fluid" from downstairs, now that he was out of that mess, "Is there a place to get a proper bath here which doesn't involve the hospitable but quite inadequate facilities from the fellow poopball from down below?"

@Uriel1339 "Good running back there," the traveler turned and smiled at the Sorcerer, "It reminded me of a pet Vespid I used to have. It always tried to run away, no matter what I did to it. You know, when you cut off its wings it's so funny to watch it hop around like everyone else. Always made me laugh!"

"You ran too. You were just too slow to realize the threat you were facing." Kaleidos said not entertained at all, crossing his arms. "And you are welcome for having gotten actually aid who did save your sorry butt." The Nurglite chuckled but then shrugged.

@DeranVendar
"None of these fools want to die, so let's cut the theatrics and move onward to your promised aid in nourishment, armor and weapons. If you were as kind as you made it seem and not just lure us into a sacrificial ritual." His eyes narrowed a bit in suspicion, after all his memories of what Tzeentchians did to him were still very fresh. No matter what he claimed to be or not to be.

"Yes, of course you are right! And I thank you!" he exclaimed, whooshing through the air with his sword as he made the bow, which only smeared Kaledios and a nearby fellow (@Grall_Stonefist ) in crap as it flew off from Viator's blade (OOC casually forcing interaction ) given the fact he was still covered in shit.

"And don't forget, we are still to see if this is actually aiding us or not," he added, acting out "conspiratorial" tone to see his fellow convict's reaction. "Sacrifical ritual or not, that is!"

Kaleidos grabbed the feces from himself and flinged it right back at the face of the Slaaneshi. "Eccentric lot, you are. Slaaneshi that is. Always want want want and never dare to give or share." He shook his head in slight disappointment. "And it is more aiding than your foolish commentary, such as actually trying to convince a Daemon of Nurgle that 'change' is a good thing."

"Oh, you flatterer!" Viator laughed as he cleaned the stuff from his face with his sword, the blade so dull there was no way he could cut himself, and once he scraped the last bit he tasted it by licking Sa'vr'sen'stvo's edge. "Good shit! I thought you were into this, given the fact you are Nurgle's little boy, or am I mistaken?"

"Also, I thank you for your kind words! It only means that my path leads me towards where I want to go! And please, perhaps "Sonny" was as strict as you expected but the prospect of him thinking about it and the faces of everyone else, that was precious! Not to mention how much would I laugh if that pile of who-knows-what actually considered my offer for real and tried to counter it. That would be fun to watch!"