<Amriel> The former Shining Spear reaches down and grabs the Laser Lance from its holster on the side. "Yeah, probably my most daring one yet. I need you to get as close to its injured head as possible, while simultaneously going as fast as this thing can. Can you do that?"
Sweet and holy Khaine, thought Liriasol, staring up at the rampaging behemoth. If I shot it in the eye it would take its brain a week to notice. He tried anyway, laserfire ripping up the underbelly of the beast as it reared, then as it lowered its head to butt a fleeing Kroot, he aimed for the right eye anyway. Better to try than give up.
<Meanwhile in the city of darkness> A shadowy figure sat upon his sleek and elegant throne leaning back at an angle where one shoulder slumped slightly, he sat there thinking, of what, no one knew. A scrawny hunchbacked creature that was once considered human addressed him. "Master, Aerith the apprentice returns with grave news indeed, he is the only survivor of the raid." The little man spoke in a gravelly and feeble tone and never dared look at his master. The shadowy figure moved his right hand slightly and the doors at the end of his hall opened and a beaten and bloodied figure staggered inside. Bowing before the figure he spoke in a higher pitched weasel like voice. "My lord, I am afraid that our most recent raid was not entirely a success." He hesitated before speaking once more, "While we did thin the ranks of the Eldar we did not eliminate your mark sire." The shadowy figure stood up from his throne and walked forward towards the apprentice. Feeling impending death the apprentice begged, "Please lord, spare my life this one time, I shall not fail you again! I am sorry my lord...I am sorry!" He repeated. The shadowy figure raised his finger to his lips, "Shhhhh my friend, there is nothing to be afraid of, come let us embrace." The apprentice showed apparent relief followed by sudden shock as the thin blade slid in between his ribs up into his heart. Before the corpse even fell to the floor the figure spoke once more. "Such is the price of failure." He looked to the hunchback. "Cerska, assemble my most capable lieutenants, let us try this again shall we?" Smiling maniacally the shadow sat down once more in his throne and waited for his retinue to arrive.
<Aspect Warrior> Finally! As he arrived at the Halls of Isha, the legs were ready. Perfectly imitated based on his genomes. Within the hour they were attached and fully functional. First it felt awkward to be back on feet, but after a bit walking and jumping and a short sprint it was just like the old ones. The female healer was appreciated by a sudden grab and a swirl in the air before being put back on the floor. "Excellent work, Healer! Thank you and Isha." Rharijem bowed deeply, heading out of the halls and toward the main hangar, to which his Wind Wing got already moved in the meanwhile. It would need maintenance to be ready, also he was curious what the Datacore might offer.
<Cair> The Reaper slammed his knee into the Kroot warrior in front of him before removing his head with the Launcher at point-blank range as he shouts at the Avenger. "We need to find a better position, its only a matter of time before one tribe triumphs over another and decides to focus on us!"
<Visethianne the Poet> "Aye brother! We're moving out - star formation! Kadeena, take point." The Guardian replied with a nod and began pushing her way to a side of the conflict. She didn't get too far before a rampaging Knarloc spotted her sleek blue profile and charged the Host's way. "Incoming!" She yelled.
