~~ Gladiator Arena ~~ The Cursing Eye of Mymeara saved no second to unleash a concentrated Laser from his visor, heading right for the chest of the Astartes. Obviously he was charging his weapon while 'waiting' for his 'freedom'. But now he knew this was for entertainment... And he would take as many of these fools with him as long as he would draw breath! "AND THE FIGHT IS OOOONNNN!!!" The man above the platform announces enthusiastically and as excited as the crowd! OOC: The Laser-Beam looks like Cyclops' beam just in Blue; kinda like a horizontal Lance, it is a bit weaker than a Lance Platform, but can burn through your power armor if you don't evade, the rapid-fire will have little to no effect. See here for more intel on your enemy: http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...dar-lore-fanon-stuff.44739/page-4#post-739028
Tuck and roll Argyle thought as he did such with gusto, balling forward before rising up to a single knee claymore drawn in one hand with bolt pistol lifted in a single fluid motion to immediately begin firing as a counter. He wasn't trying to hit the Eldar merely box it in and ensure it wouldn't be able to launch an attack with impunity. Driving up to both feet he side steps left whilst letting his weight rest toward his right as if intending to zag right out of his zig attempting to bait his foe into attacking. If the Eldar falls for such a broad horizontal swing with a diagonal curve awaits him intent on covering as much of a 'kill zone' as possible to make evasion difficult.
The Eldar elegantly made an athletic rotating wheel while shooting the rapid fire into his direction, aiming for the Bolt Pistol, but due to his extreme movement not able to hit it directly. Once the Astartes started moving forward to him in zig-zag, the Eldar did not attempt to run away, but rather ran straight forward, readying both fists for melee attacks. Once in melee range, the Eldar seemed to break it's own spine to backwards duck beneath the blade and then go into a handstand, taking his bodys movement to deliver a kick into the chin of the Astartes, sending him backwards while he himself flipped back on his feet, delivering a weak, but slightly focused laser right into the abhumans' chest. Evidently, this sort of Eldar enjoyed Melee combat.
A kick! Hah! Glorious. A wolfish grin was flashed for the crowd once more a genuine display from a man, one with the benefit of saving face as he vaulted after his foe coming down but a few steps away but rather than going for an obvious aggressive display he continues his game of feints and misdirection waiting for his foe to come to him all the while subtly altering his movements to try and pen his foe in toward a corner of the arena. Of course the xenos could easily flip over him to escape entrapment, but such a move is exactly something he would be waiting for.
The Eldar gave into the tactic of the enemy, letting himself get cornered, shooting weak rapid laser blasts as there was no time to charge, it was blackening the power armor at best. But it was distraction only anyway. Before he was with back to the wall he made a backwards somersault, landing with feet against the arena wall and then shooting himself forward, like a torpedo - past the Astartes and without looking back, zig-zag sprinting from one corner to another, building up as much distance as he possibly could. On the wall, a 'gift' was left for the man with the dirty grin... OOC: It's an explosive!
Snatching away from the ill intended gift he treks along after the Eldar at a measured distance of six paces. Argyle decides to lay on some pressure and lunged in for the assault taking his claymore in both hands. As of yet it had gone unactivated not looking to give it away as anything more than a rather large piece of steel, yet now he would thumb the activation stud baring his teeth in a blood thirsty snarl as his body tensed and drove the blade around in a low sweep that carried on for a full hundred and eighty degree arc before there was a split half second pause, mirroring being momentarily trapped by his own momentum. An instant later he was back in full swing driving his blade about in another wide arc in whatever facing the skittish alien had taken to, once more at the terminating point of his strike he followed up with another running with the momentum to pull himself back before making a double handed thrust toward the throat intent on swift decapitation after what might of been a pair of missed or useless swings. OOC: Edited due to clarification that the bomb wasn't actually a friendly gift for later use
And open it Echidna did, looking expectantly at the skull while holding down the 'open' button. "What now, servant? Move along, will you?" You're holding open a door for a servo skull. Think that one through for a second. Her mood wasn't soured by the encounter with the entranced man, who had luckily been scurried away now. Nodding to Minotaur, she barked a simple "Enter first!" at him, watching as the cloaked undead shuffled inside the room on the other side, peeking from the cover the doorway provided.
At first Redegar simply stonewalled against the whispering entity, but curiosity nibbled at his mind and he simply couldn't resist. Searching outside his body once again, the astropath followed each psychic whimper closer and closer to the source...
~~ Somewhere in Mercy Lost ~~ But the Servo-Skull just floated away as it's protocol was fulfilled. Here something... Someone else waited. As Minotaur marched in, nothing happened. Except that candles all across the room turned on almost as if they were movement triggered. A robed woman sat on a table, reading a book, the back towards the new guests. She rose slowly as she noticed the candles have turned on. She put the book down and approached the guests. What made her female were the form of breasts beneath the robes. The stranger pulled down her hood and revealed a beautiful, young, purple-blue haired woman. "I see... It is you..." The woman said curious about the other female, ignoring her.... Minion. She reached immediately out first for the face of Echidna, then a faint stroke over her wings and then smiled, inviting them in with a hand gesture. Either way she bowed slightly, fixing her hair right after gravity misplaced it. "My name is Yriel. Lady Sorceress of Commander Zadkiel, former student of Ckrius Durandal, renown Lord Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons. I have.... Read about you.... Echidna." She started, with a grin so wide that entire individuals could be devoured by it. Yriel walked over back to her desk and sat down, crossing her legs and folding her hands. "You are a Warpsmith, are you not? Then why have that... Human thing with you?" She spoke soft and almost as if each word followed with a slight pant. Her purple-blue always alternating eyes as if pulsing staring intently on Echidna's own. ~~ Elsewhere in the same ship (duh!) ~~ And then the Astropath found himself in a prison cell, near the Bridge... All cells were empty.... Except for the very far in the rear one.... All lights were on.... "So you have come...." A weak, male whisper echoed throughout the cells... The stain of death was in the air. Smell of bloody iron and all sort of stinks such as piss, vomit and rotten meat. Certainly prisoners here were not treated nicely. Especially given that to the Astropaths right the cell was not exactly 'empty', the half-decayed body was being devoured by rats. ~~ Gladiator Arena ~~ The Eldar danced around the blade swings as the explosion was in the distance, it upset him that the void shield protected the spectators... Forsaken ones! They all will die one day! BY THE BLOODY HAND! YES THEY WOULD! But for now the Cursing Eye stopped moving and then made fast ducks and jumps to evade the blade, making a twirl as he expected another swing, but was taken by surprise as the first thrust of the warrior was made. Though instead of the throat it dug right into the right chest of the Eldar who immediately spat blood. "Look.... In.... My.... Eyes...... And..... Grin...." As the dying Alien spoke his Visor seemed to glow into a strong blue, ready to unleash a final blast.
cryzarion walked out of a shdow infront of the comisar "cryzarion of the thousand sons reporting for duty"
