Jumps out of the window* Takes the inqusitor with him out of the window* Grabs the Inqusitor mid air* Beats her mid air* #Necronisawesome
Take the harp* trows it over the back* Beats you with the half dead Inqusitor* (improvised weapon skill 100) all silent and necron...*
hahahhhahah hahhah hahah hah hah hah ha... gets back up* Everliveing motafaka... Slaps you with a 2 hand combo of an inqusitor and a dark eldar* Now on fire* iam beating you with 2 burning corpses...
............human, eldar, necron had been brawling against each other for a long time, such a long one that the reasons of their fight were forgotten to the most now. during their current clash, little did they care for the light of the sun to have suddenly disappeared or for the increasing roar of a great jet engine. they were solely focused on their opponents, their surrounding was always out of their corcerns during their lethal dances. they didn't bother for what was coming. they should have. the violent blast made the ground within a mile tremor, the explosion raised a deep cloud of dust that covered the opponents, the blow canceled every other sound. for some moments, those warriors stood on the ground shaken, stunned, disoriented by the impact. in the mid of the dust cloud they could barely see what was in front of them. the first to fully recover was the necron, whose ancient metal body was already repairing the damage sustained. his opponents seemed to have disapperead, despite his extremely perceptive sensors. suddenly, though, he caught a quick movement on his left. his sophisticated processor analised the situation and the old being received an imput to prepare for an incoming attack. that automatic processing made a serious mistake, though, as the approaching silouhette had a far greater size than that of a human and an acceleration excessive even for an Eldar. the entity reached the necron at high speed, followed by a thunderous noise and a raspy laughter. the consecutive punch not only broke the long-gone necrontyr's face, but also his certainty about what he was facing. the Eldar was still checking his surrounding, by means of his eyes and his psychic abilities, when a sudden vibration in the Warp turned his attention toward a point some meters in front of him. a huge figure was repeatedly hammering something that was laying under his immense stature, and every hit echoed like the sound of a smith when he beats the hammer on an anvil. after several seconds, the unkown creature stopped his action, slowly turned his head towards the eldar and raised his right arm. the eldar noticed that the figure was holding something in his hand, but only when he heard a gun shot realised what that was. he barely had time to roll and dodge the bullet, before he could recover and launch a Destructor bolt aimed to the source of the attack. the psychic energy travelled for a moment in the dust cloud, before erupting in a violent explosion that left behind crackling electricity. however, the target was no longer there. the Eldar started looking around himself worried, thinking to be facing the necron who had deployed some weird phase-shifting device. his real enemy came from an unexpected angle: above. the human finally refound his bolt pistol, but, while picking it up, he heard for a second time that roar followed by the raspy laughter, this time matched with a loud thud and the sound of breacking bones. after that, a deep silence descended upon the battlefield. the man was confused, he was wondering why his opponents weren't preparing any assault. above all else, though, he was unsettled by the new comer he had glimpsed during the previous brawl. he knew the race he belonged to, he had already faced in battle others like him. however, this wasn't acting like his counterparts. he wasn't shouting as often as possible, he wasn't running around like a headless chicken while making as much noise as possible with some sort of fire arm. "what the throne is that beast?" he asked himself while moving back trying to get out of the dust cloud, which to him seemed like a death trap. after some moments that seemed an eternity to the man, the dust finally vanished. what revealed was a scary sight: the necron was turned into a pile of rubbish, with several parts of his body missing, included his head; not far away laid the corpse of the Eldar, which was put together in an unnatural pose, with every bone broken or out of his original location. the inquisitor was horrified by that view, all he wanted to do was to leave that cursed planet and return to his capital ship. Throne, he thought, may be he would have managed to declare an Exterminatus on that place, by stating that a new xenos threat was breeding there, and it was needed to be radically eliminated. all these thoughts were running across the man's mind, before he turned and bumped into something. a little confused, he made a couple of steps back before realising what was in front of him: green, BIG, covered with blue paint and fresh blood, wearing part of an imperial torpedo as his rokkit pak and on top of which stood out the necron's head, there was the greatest stormboy he had ever faced. the greenskin lowered himself so that the human could see him in his bloodshot eyes and then, with a broad grin, he said: "SHURPRIZE, HUMIE!" before the unfortunate person could react, the ork grabbed his head with a single hand and raised his entire body, making him hanging in the air. after that, the creature placed the barrel of his custom slugga on the man's chest, pulled the trigger and bits of organs flew everywhere, leaving a wide hole in the lifeless body. pleased with that, the ork launched an other couple of roars, one with his voice and the other with the noise of his rokkit pak's engine. after this he threw away the corpse and, while observing his fallen opponents, he shouted: "OI'ZT EAD ZTOMPA DA KROOZA NOB, AND OI'ZT KRUMP EVVERYBUDY ON MOY WAY, KAUZE OI'Z DA MEANEZT'ND GREENER ZTORMBOY EVA EXIZTED, EH EH AH!" With that said, the stormboy launched himself in the air, heading towards his personal krooza. after having beaten those guys, there wasn't much else of entertaining to krump on that rock. now the ork wanted to leave as far as possible to head towards a planet where other boys said things were about to get interesting: Arkhona.
Now if I comment here... I will be figthing a completly Identical Overlord... just a few secounds younger than me... That would mean i would fight myself.... Figthing myself? mentally?
